He shivered when she pleaded, kissing her one more time before he sat up over her. His hands left her wrists to grasp the hem of her shorts, tugging them up and off, though he hugged her legs together and braced her calves on one shoulder. Both hands slid up and down each limb, and he kissed at her ankle and down toward her knee. Carson's hands dropped again to push his pants down past his knees, allowing his length to spill out against her as it began to stiffen.<br/><br/>"Malia," he whispered, letting her legs fall open as he leaned down over her. He kissed her on the lips, deep and demanding, then down along her jaw, down to her neck. He was slightly rougher with her now, not painfully so, but much more direct and assertive in how he moved and touched her. He thought much less of how delicate she seemed, and much more of how tough he had seen her be. He bit her neck, just hard enough to leave a mark, then continued to kiss down her body, along her collarbone, then down her chest and over each breast. He paused at them, squeezing warmly at the softness of her, his lips sucking tightly around each nipple so it became stiff. He left them wet as his mouth lifted away, the cool air playing against the warmth. "Malia, my woman, my love," he murmured, smoothing her hair back with one hand as the other dropped to grasp his length, angling it against her sex to tease and stroke her with his tip. "Tell me again how badly you want it, lover. Tell me what you want me to do to you. I need to hear your lovely voice."