See, the hand on his chest was useful for lots of reasons, since it also afforded Annie the leverage she needed to thrust that bit harder against him.

And that felt so good that she was almost immediately tipping her head back on a loud moan of her own, her free hand sliding up her own chest to lightly squeeze one breast.

For Diego's view, yes. But also for her, because she was getting so close and she didn't really care about inhibitions or hesitations or putting on a show, right now, she cared about how great he felt. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."