When he hitches her leg up higher, Claire gasps as their bodies press closer, and she moves with him, grinding shamelessly. Chasing pleasure, finding that one perfect spot and holding onto it as they move into and against one another.

She tries to find her voice to reply, but all that he receives is a long moan. One hand drags down his side, clinging to him, the other tangled in his hair. Forcing her eyes open, she watches him, captures this moment in her mind just before they give into one another.

"Good," she finally manages, then uses her muscles to her advantage, tightening around him as he moves, so close that he only need give her a little push over the edge.