His hips were all out of rhythm and she found it frustrating at first.  Then all of a sudden, they synced up with one particular strong thrust of his hips upward.  Claire's eyes went wide and she gasped.  Somehow he had managed to thrust deeper than he had before and the sensation sent a warm rush flooding through her.  This Mark was different than the Mark from the rest of the day.  He wasn't fussing or complaining or worried about his phantom pain.  This Mark seemed to actually be enjoying himself.<br/><br/>Her back arched as he began to grope and fondle her breasts.  Each pinch of her nipples made her gasp until her breathing was rough and ragged.  She looked down at him as she continued to fuck him hard.  The look in his eyes made her shiver and then, unable to help herself, she fell forward, bracing herself with her hands next to his head then leaned down to kiss him again.  Her tongue demanded entrance into his mouth, teasing along his lips before slipping between them.<br/><br/>The change in position caused a change in the angle of their rough fucking.  Claire whined against his mouth as his cock repeatedly hit that special spot inside her.  Without giving him enough time to fully engage in the kiss, she nipped at his bottom lip before pulling back a little.  "Your mouth.  Use it."  To make her meaning ultra-clear, she arched her back to make her breasts more prominent.  Biting, licking, sucking, she wanted it all.