The smack, like the one to Billy's thigh, elicited a brief noise, and a deeper flush. His knees slid apart slightly, accommodating, as he lifted his hips.

"Impatient," he murmured, but it got all swallowed up as Goodnight pressed into him like that. It was not a slow movement, but it was steady and not very rough. Billy reached down and touched Goodnight's hand on his hip.