Moans drifted from me, too loud to contain, and the smile on his face faded somewhat. I was loud. Too loud. If someone decided to come up from the basement, they might hear us. He slowed his tempo, but I was greedy and frantic. “I can be quiet,” I said, “but, please don’t stop.” He looked conflicted. “I love the little sounds you make, but—” Only I wasn’t making little sounds right now.
