Alison unwound her legs from around his waist to braced her feet on the floor. It let her improve leverage and opened her more to him. She wanted more of him as much as he wanted more of her.

And he was getting his sounds. Every time his hips slammed into hers, she gasped and moaned. Her nails skittered lightly across his shoulders. She couldn't keep the pace he'd set. It wouldn't last.

She cried out a sound that sort of resembled his name as her back arched off the floor and sparks danced behind her closed eyelids.