Her moan drew a feral grin from Sam, even if he was too out of breath to maintain it, and even he was going to need some refraction time. But there was nothing wrong with his hands, so he set one to cupping her breast and rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger, while the other kept right on working her clit.

"Say when," he rasped out against her neck. Jess had gotten too sensitive to continue really fast. He didn't figure Bo was the same, but the last thing he wanted to do was make her too sore to fuck again later.