The only sound other than Booker's voice was Andy's soft panting, and the sounds of the cushion beneath them shifting with their motions. She squirmed at the insistent press of his hand and her hips jerked, arms wrapped tight around Booker's shoulders as she tripped over the peak before she even knew she'd gotten there, words tangled with each other when she tried to warn him.

He got a broken whine out of Andy as her muscles tensed and trembled, shoving her hips against his, desperate for more of something she couldn't describe.