The headboard found the wall harder.
The sound was full, rhythmic, and insistent — the tempo of the fucking traveling through the bed frame to the wall with the flat, honest noise of something real happening here.
Veronica's mouth found his neck.
Her lips nibbled warmly against the side of his neck — working the warm skin there with the attentive presence of a woman who was not competing but was definitely making sure he knew she was right there with him.
Her thighs rubbed against the backs of his, the warm smooth feel of her inner thighs adding extra friction to friction.
"Now," she said.
The words were quiet and close, spoken right into the side of his neck just for him.
"Who's your next target?"
