All these soft touches were driving her so completely insane she didn't hear him at first, hard as it was to focus on what she was trying to do, but there was a shock of pleasure when she did, and Alice's movements slowed.

For a second she wondered if her visions had come back even a little, 'cause she was sure she'd seen this, pressed panting against tiling and being begged for, but there was a difference between idle fantasy and visions and she'd have gone way crazier if she hadn't learned that difference a long time ago. Still it was kind of a nice bonus, fantasy or not, to go along with all the quick hitches of breath and the waves of need getting harder and harder to keep quiet. Not to mention the whole begging thing which almost ended it right there.

Alice was quick and strong and she knew this fantastic body she was pressing against pretty well, so it didn't take long to go from splayed against the counter to wrapping herself around him, legs brushing the small of his back and pulling him sharply forward to sink into her, and whatever moans and whimpers Alice couldn't keep to herself got muffled by Thomas' chest and everywhere else her mouth could reach, fevered and gasping and exactly the right kind of needy.

You could beg without actually begging was what she figured. She did it with Thomas all the time.