It seemed like they only had two speeds when it came to sex: slow or so fast they couldn't even manage to get all their clothes off first. Not that she was complaining. Their hurried, desperate movements were like fire in her veins, and she gasped loudly as he was suddenly inside her.

Oh lord. An almost whimpering moan came from the back of her throat, followed by another, and another. Her hand clutched at his, holding it tight before letting go to wrap her arm around his neck; she needed the leverage to move her hips, to edge closer to him, create more of the friction between them that she needed. She could barely think for that need she felt for him.

"Steve," she breathed, pleading with him. "Steve."