Sam was obliging. Or, he was trying to oblige, at least. His hips didn't falter in their rhythm. If anything, they picked up speed, thrusting hard into her and pushing her back into the tiles with each movement of his hips. He kept gasping by her ear and kept sucking in breath to make sure he didn't pass out.

He wasn't going to care about the red marks on his back and neck at all. He was just caring about getting her over that edge and hoping he went with her.