Tegan felt the pain, coursing deep beneath her pleasure,but it was not bad, nor did she particularly care about it. Like a chilli pepper in chocolate, the slight discomfort made it better.  She was lost in a torrent of sensation, it didn't matter who she was or where they were, only that Roe was there and that he didn't stop. Her sounds changed, as she built to the cusp, then settled, her eyes opening, her body still arching, and shuddering beneath him. A soft groan of frustration escaped her, before she was building again, so close. She arched, a high pitched squeak escaping her, before again, she fell just short of orgasm. This time she growled, eyebrows knocking together. She accused him with her eyes, knowing that he was doing something, though she could never guess what.<br/><br/>A few more chillies.<br/><br/>And then he slowed down. A yell of frustration, now, as she bucked against him, arms reaching for him. But in the position he'd put her in she was all but helpless. She shouted his name, frustration and pleading, as her hips worked beneath him, trying to urge him on, her inner muscles clenching.  She tried to throw the boots off, her toes pushing the heels off, trying to kick off the jeans. He wanted her legs free, fine. The best she could do was try to help him get what he wanted. And then he would give her what she wanted, right?