Raylan started to move quicker, the desire for her and for the release of his body overruling the rational side that told him to take his time with this. It was hard not to be totally drunk on her, their mouths locking lazily together as their bodies locked together.

Caught in heady need, Raylan reached between their bodies, sliding his fingers between her legs. He flicked his fingertips over her tiny bundle of nerves, thrusting upwards as he began to rub small circles with his fingers in time. She had pulled moans from him, and he wanted to draw them out of her.