Her body relaxed around him and in his arms, and she could have stayed that way if her desire didn't roll through her in waves, a need that needed to be satisfied. Moving would require more effort than she wanted to give at the moment, her attentions divided between the feel of him inside of her and the way he was taking her mouth. She smothered a moan into his mouth and rolled her hips upwards only by a fraction of an inch, not enough to separate them by any means. It added to the friction and she shivered.

She sharply exhaled against his lips as he pressed up into her. "Oh--" she stuttered, the sound slightly higher in pitch than she had intended. She swallowed the sound and eventually coaxed herself into moving, raising herself up by one, two, three inches and then lowering herself once more. When she attempted the same maneuver twice, the pace had quickened, and she kissed him hungrily. Maker, she couldn't get enough.