"Oh god yes Fitz!" Jemma cried out when his hands joined hers on the bars of the headboard. His chest was now plastered against her back, his skin sleek with sweat sliding against hers. They'd found a nice strong rhythm already but in this new deliciously sinful position, he hit her g-spot every time and she felt herself starting to shudder in pleasure.
They were both panting hard by now, having been at it for almost an hour now. When she’d opened the door for him earlier, she was just getting out of the shower and wearing only a towel around her chest and it had been enough for him to pull her into a hard kiss and r****h her neck, whispering to her all kinds of nonsense about how much he wanted her. And if she got the general idea, it was the way he said he said it that she liked so much
