Knitting her eyebrows together, she pushed back against him, sliding him deep, pressing back, enjoying the fullness, gripping him within her, and pulling forward, inhaling shakily. Her head dipped forward, as his lips pressed against her back, and she arched it up, pressing her back against his frame. She pressed back, rolling her hips, sliding him in and out, slowly, shallow, every breath a soft whimper, her bottom pressing back against his hips every time she pressed back, her back dipping down every time she pulled forward. She couldn't move as quickly as she wanted, as he wanted, she just didn't have the vigour so soon after the first time.