The moment of sinking into Goodnight was rapturous. Billy held himself still for a moment, waiting until Goodnight started to move. And when he did, Billy didn't let himself hold back. He went for depth more than speed, fucking up into Goody with a desperation that trembled in his legs.

The bed creaked beneath them. Billy didn't care. He crooked a leg and used his foot on the mattress to get a bit of leverage. "I've got you," he whispered back, and kissed Goody's mouth, hungry and deep and positively adoring.