His mouth swallows up her groan; she isn't a quiet lover, not at all self-conscious about it. She wants him to know when everything is just right, better than perfect.

Claire's hands move up and down his back feverishly, her lips separating from his so that she can moan before pressing her mouth to his neck. Her teeth scrape his skin before she soothes with a slow trace of the area with the tip of her tongue. Falling into a rhythm with him is easy, as natural as taking her next breath.

One hand travels further down his back, sliding over muscle and holding on, urging him to move deeper, faster, one leg hitching up against his hip.