Claire might be drunk but she wasn't stupid.  She noticed that every single time she got a bit rougher, he responded more.  It was there in the way he groaned, the way his breathing changed, the way his body moved beneath hers.  She couldn't help but wonder exactly how far she could push him before he lost control.<br/><br/>He asked for more and he would get more.  When she was ready.  It was far more fun to continue to tease him.  Her hips rolled against his before she braced herself with one hand on his stomach and lifted herself up.  It wasn't much but it was enough for his cock to slip inside her.  Rather than lower herself down completely, she rode him.  Short and shallow thrusts, never letting him get more than a few inches into her.<br/><br/>Fucking him like that provided the feeling of him entering her over and over.  "Jesus Christ, Windham.  You actually feel pretty fucking good," she groaned out against her better judgment.  With a whine, she finally took his whole dick into her.  And just stayed there, holding still to adjust to the feeling of fullness.<br/><br/>Her eyes locked on his and she just grinned.  "You still want the fuck of your life?"