She gasps and screams into his mouth at this new onslaughts. This isn't awkward and hesitant at all. It's possessive and demanding, violent even. But it feels absolutely wonderful. Her leg presses on his behind even harder, crushing their bottom halves as close as their top ones are.

Her heart is pounding hard in her chest now and she's certain these actions are going to leave marks. Her hands rake down his back and scratch hard enough to leave marks as she clings to him, almost as if he were a lifeline keeping her alive through the roughness.