His fingers were demanding, almost violent, entangling in her black locks and pushing her down onto his mouth. She tasted eagerness on his lips and passion on his tongue. She melted into him, finding both qualities wholly addictive, and moaned against his dancing tongue as her hips continued to grind against him. The moment he pushed her back, engaging his biotics to help push them both from the bed so he could pin her up against the wall, Reese gasped. Like a cloud of electricity, prickling at her skin, she felt him. Felt the energy move around her, inside her, and she couldn't remember anything else feeling<i>so fucking good.<br/>
</i><br/>Spine against the wall, knees lifted, she was helpless. Clinging to his shoulders, tongues thrusting violently against one another, all Reese could do was hang in the air as Cole slammed into her again and again again, eliciting a string of melodic moans and high squeals escaping from swollen lips. "Cole!" she screamed, fingers clutching, nails digging hard into the flesh of his shoulder, leaving little crescent moon-shaped bruises. One hand slipped between them, diving low to stroke her bright pink clit, poking out from beneath its hood and eager to be touched. "Fuck, baby," she husked, shaky fingertips rubbing swift circles around the engorged button.<br/><br/>Reese cried out in ecstasy as Cole's teeth sunk into her neck, muscles tensing against his jaw, the sharp pain colliding with the intense pleasure fueling her body. The sensations all came together in an intoxicating cocktail of erotic satisfaction, leaving her brain overwhelmed and drunk on oxytocin.<br/><br/>Eyes clenched tight, Reese could feel the orgasmic pressure begin to build, pelvic muscles contracting, readying themselves for the orgasm of her life, the one she had come so close to obtaining when Cole's mouth had been between her quivering thighs. "Don't stop," she commanded, her voice sweet and needy as ever. "Don't fucking stop, baby, don't stop!" She didn't care how hard he went, how sore she'd be in a few hours, how desperate she must have seemed, begging for his cock. She wanted him. She<i>needed</i>him. She didn't know why or how this man appealed to her very core, but he called to her, and the raw, arduous way he fucked her left her craving<i>even more</i>.<br/><br/>"I'm gonna cum for you, Cole,<i>don't you dare fucking stop!</i>"