She fisted the sheets, clenching, unclenching, her body taking on its own mind to writhe against their assault. Her breathing quickened. Soon, it would escape her completely. Whispers fell from her lips as she encouraged them on, begging for more, for any, for it all.
Their rhythm wasn’t even. One would stop, the other follow. She heard them kiss more than once, Jesse’s gasps in between sizzling across skin both hers and elsewhere. Always when they returned, they would be warmer, heated by the friction. So would she, then. She stole every degree with a selfishness that surprised her.