"I love you," Annie panted in agreement as she rode him harder, any kind of rhythm fairly abandoned in favor of increasing desperation. (Any resulting splashing was very much a future problem. That was what towels were for!) She dug her nails in against his skin, her legs tightening at either side of him, and Annie was pretty sure that any control she had left was going to be completely gone pretty soon, here. "Fuck, Diego, you're gonna make me come."

And maybe by announcing it, all breathy and gasping like that, she'd bring him with her? Not that Annie could do much about it if she didn't, considering how close she was.