He grunted, but kept on doing what he was doing to her. His foot slid on the tile, going for a change as well, but when she hit on the angle she found he stopped, not wanting to change a damn thing.

His heart was racing hard in his chest, and he was on a razors edge, but couldn't give in. Not yet. Kissing her once more, he broke his lips from hers and slid his cheek against hers to grate low in her ear.

"Do it, Clarice, come for me."