Baser instincts took over. How could they not? In the same way that rivers followed the paths of least resistance, so too did the flood of Ryan's wicked passion pour out into Mau's willing and waiting form, through his lips, his tongue, his fingers, his body ablaze. She wanted him, and he was going to give her everything she was looking for and more.<br/><br/>He felt his shirt tear with a violent force, a button clicking against the tile floor and the two sides of his button-up falling to the side to reveal his muscular pecs. His skin felt alight where Mau's eager fingers clung against his skin, a burning fire of passion contrasting her cool touch. It wasn't just her fingers. It was everywhere she touched him, whether skin-to-skin or through that oh-so-irritating clothing. It was in the smoldering spark from the union of their lips, barely breaking away for breath, panting deep breaths just before he dove in for more of her intoxicating touch. It was in her chest forced against his by the sheer strength by which he pinned her to the wall, feeling her softness through his t-shirt she was wearing. It was in their legs, intertwined together, two bodies slowly melding into one passionate whole. It was in the entire fucking conflagaration of feeling her wanton need in the way she ground her pussy against his thigh, covered by a sheer layer of fabric but still exuding a heat and wetness so strongly he could feel it through two layers of clothing.<br/><br/>It was a heat that spread through him like an all-consuming wildfire, a passion that elicited a feral growl into their kiss, the dominating way that he shoved Mau against the wall, like she was his and she would never have a chance of ever escaping his grasp.<br/><br/>He needed more, though. Ached for it. In the most fundamental, primal way, as though he needed water or air or sustenance. He felt the sharp pain of Mau's bite on his lips and embraced it, allowed it to feed the flames of his savagery, his unadulterated desire to unload upon Mau everything surging through his body. Wasn't going to let her harm him with impunity, of course, even if it was in an affectionate matter. His fingers closed tightly in punishment, reasserting his control over the girl, cutting off her airflow just enough to be uncomfortable.<br/><br/>They had long since passed the point of foreplay, crossing into a realm where their passion was just as much a struggle as it was a release. He felt Mau's fingers on his zipper, tugging down, seeking to release his increasingly hard cock, which was by now tenting his pants in his arousal. Like she needed him, he needed to feel her. Needed to feel her heat, find absolution in absolutely subjugating her. His fingers untangled out of her hair, his newly freed hand raking its way down her chest and hiking up her skirt, immediately being met with a wave of heat. Such electrifying heat. He found the folds of Mau's pussy through sheer fabric, already soaked through by her arousal, and his fingers stroked her passionately, feverishly, desperately. Felt her softness, her wetness, felt<i>her</i>. It still wasn't enough.<br/><br/>He<i>needed </i>her to need him, needed to reduce her into a dripping puddle. His fingers delved under the waistband of her panties, a needy growl leaving his mouth as he found her juices coat his skin in response, his fingers parting her cunt searchingly, just as much to please her as in desperation.