Hayley whimpered at the tangle in her hair, the hold he had on her. His tongue, sliding up, over her skin, had her wriggling, unable to hold still. Then he was in her and the whimper became a moan as he filled her completely. She rocked back against him until they were flush against each other.

When he pulled out of her, Hayley whined, tightening at the loss, then letting him back in and clenching around him to pull him deeper. Words escaped her and she braced harder on the boulder, working on being as stable as she could be for his movements.