"Better hurry up," Annie replied, shifting her leg up just that little bit higher to wrap up over his hip. "And fuck me, then."

Please and thank you, or she really would be flipping him onto his back to just make this happen herself. (A tragedy, surely.) And as it was, she was needily making her way along his neck and collarbone and shoulder, alternating kisses with bites, trying to drive him just a little crazier.