He grinned, then reached for her and rolled over--not flipping her violently, not rolling on top of her and crushing her to the bed, but taking care as he did so.  Was it coincidence that his erection just happened to rest against her labia when he bent to kiss her?  Possibly.  Certainly he was aware of it, moving just enough for his head to brush her clit a few times before he took himself in hand and pressed against her.<br/><br/>"Like this?"  He let their noses brush, kissing her again.  "Or maybe I should have dragged you into the shower, pinned you against the wall, and taken you from behind?"<br/><br/>Once he slipped inside her, though, she found him much more aggressive...teeth against her neck, just under her ear.  Hands roaming, slapping, gently scratching.  And his pace was hard, fast, almost primal...