Her gasp was nearly a scream as he stopped, and she whimpered in frustration, fingers curling against the wall. As his voice flowed over her, she made a soft noise in the back of her throat, her breathing nearing sobs. He wanted her to do what? But he wanted it. That was what was important. She followed the soft tug at her hips, pressing back against him with a soft groan, her inner muscles working over him, hips tilted so his length pressed against her front wall.<br/><br/>"Roe.." She moaned softly, "please..."<br/><br/>She pulled away, painstakingly slowly, hips slowly rolling with the motion, fingers clutching at the wall for support, knees shaking.