"Oh fuck," Keira swore, letting out a loud moan as the motion pushed her up the bed. Grasping the sheets, she let out a gasp of pleasure as she felt each and every inch of him in one single thrust of his hips. Reaching between her legs, she pressed her nails against the back of his hand where she could feel his fingers against her clit. She wanted him to touch her, to fuck her like they used to. "We'd be at this for a while then, for every single time I had to bite your shoulder to stop myself screaming your name under the bleachers when you'd make me come. Or when I was on my- god Roosevelt - knees and sucking your cock in your car."