She moaned softly as his arms encircled her, her customary shiver running down her spine as his lips pressed to her neck, his other hand pressing, and teasing her clit. She fell into the rhythm he set, rolling her hips in time as he thrust, and lifted, shuddering as the sensations washed over her, her inner muscles gripping as he dove them both higher, closer.<br/><br/>"Roe..." She groaned, already at the precipice, close, waiting. Her voice was low, strained, filled with every inch of lust she felt for him, every inch of caring, and every bit of need.