"Fuck." There was a little bit of faltering in his rhythm between the verbal and non-verbal cues, but he held it together for the most part. He hooked Annie's leg over his arm, unable to keep from moaning loudly as the angle changed.

The steady, gentle rhythm was quickly exchanged for something a rougher, Diego placing his free hand up against the headboard to give himself the leverage needed to match his movements with his growing desperation.