<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Come in me," Cat whispered.  "God, baby fill me up -- mark me up, I want to be full of you, all for you," she babbled, her fingers digging in painfully to his back.  Her hips were rocking to meet his thrusts, urging him just that little bit deeper.  "More," she moaned -- and then on a particularly hard thrust, she screamed it.  "More!  Gabe, please!"</span></span>