Trapped between the wall and him, Chris wraps her legs around his waist. When she does she feels a jolt that causes her eyes to roll back in her head and she moans loudly, her fingers curling in his hair.

She does it again, just as he thrusts, tightening her muscles around him when she does and it feels even better this time. "Fuck."

Chris feels her face flush even more but with another thrust all coherent thought seems to leave her.