She maunders breathlessly, invoking a few deities and several very unladylike words. They wash over his skin, sticking in places, leaving letters of perspiration she inks her fingers with.

She splays her hand, gathering a bigger handful of his hair, and pulls tight.

Choking his name, she rises to meet his thrusts. Her body touches his in waves; stomach to stomach, chest to chest, legs wrapping tight around him to keep their hips snug. With every thrust deeper, she goes tighter.