"Everett," she moans obligingly, her tufted tail and pert rump pressing back against him every time he draws his hips forward, "Everett..."

She wants to murmur his name like a prayer, but it's a little hard to catch her breath. Especially when there are teeth against ear and neck and the pace he sets is something quick and hard and animal. She digs her fingers into his hip, as if she can drag him closer through sheer strength, her other hand holding her up - just barely. Her hooves scrabble for more leverage as she desperately seeks another peak, as the wave grows and crests again.