"Oh God," she breathed, sliding her hands up to cover Daryl's on her hips. Every time she moved, sparks danced along her spine. The way he felt inside her made her want more. She wanted to feel every bit of him.

Beth used her knees to push up a little and sink back down on him. Oh. That was good. She squirmed and shifted, working to establish a rhythm of both motions, lifting up and plunging down again, grinding against him each time their bodies crashed together.