"I waited long enough," Andy replied, breathless as Booker slid into her and made her groan, fingers curling against his back. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him in close and nearly flush to her front. She'd never rushed him like this in the past, and Andy hated to feel sore after sex--it was the same reason Nicky so rarely ever used a toy on her that was any bigger than he was--but this was Booker. She'd wanted him for years while he'd drawn away, but they'd all given him space.

None of them would force him if he didn't want the contact. She tucked her face against the bend of his neck and bit her lip to muffle the groan that bubbled up her throat. "Fuck, Sebastien," she hissed through her teeth, tossing her head back with a soft cry: something very rare to hear out of Andy, since she was the quietest one of any of them in bed, unless she was with Nicky.