It was almost like she'd done it on purpose or something?

Annie gave a hum of approval, trying to maneuver so that she could hold him in place with her elbow and forearm a bit, even as her own stamina was hanging by a thread and everything was getting a lot less controlled. She kept her eyes on Diego's face, maintaining her rhythm as best she could (which wasn't that great, no, but that was to be expected at this point) and trying to ignore the pressure building in her own abdomen so she could focus entirely on him.

It helped that focusing on him was going to lead pretty fucking directly to her own release, anyway.