Amy’s moans got trapped in his mouth as they stumbled to her quarters, bumping into a wall and knocking over several racks of tools and parts as they moved. He didn’t care. His mind was completely fixated on only one thing—stripping Amy bare and fucking her until she screamed. There would be no holding back this time. No stopping himself short of the prize he wanted. Unlike their first time, he knew she was ready. Could tell by the clutch of her fingers in his hair and the steady cant of her hips against him. Amy slapped at the wall in the vicinity of the door release controls when they finally reached her quarters. The air inside was warm, filled with the scent of her. His cock twitched in his pants, pulsing hard against the confines of his clothing. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life, needing this release, needing it to be with Amy. “Bed’s here,” she muttered against his jaw, licking the skin as she spoke. “Sorry for the mess.” “Don’t care.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
