“I can,” she said, pulling him into her again until their lips met in a savage kiss.
Sweat dripped down his back, and when he got too close again, he stopped. This was about Scottie.
“Harder,” she begged, digging her fingers into his back.
Harder, he drove insider her. Over and over until her whimpers became moans and her moans became pants. Before he could catch his breath, she clung to him, screaming out his name with her release.
“Fuck, Scottine,” he groaned, moving in and out of her over and over until his orgasm came to the surface and exploded in a mass of pleasure he’d not felt in a long time. Never, actually.
Sweaty and shaking from the exertion, they fell limply onto each other.
After a few minutes, or maybe an eternity, Konrad lifted off Scottie, staring at her. My God. What have I done?