Finally, Sam did drop his head. He pressed his face against her neck and kept thrusting, keep pushing hard into her, kept trying to change angles and kept trying to get deeper and deeper. He was gasping and moaning against her wet skin now, unable to stop himself.

He could feel the finish coming, could feel it coiling it in his stomach and he kept going. He was sucking in breaths and angling his hips to slam into her each time.