She clutched at him, hands scratching desperately down his back, and whimpered each time he drove hard into her. The feeling of being filled, over and over, was starting to drive him mad... she ached for more force, for more roughness.<br/><br/>"Take me..." She finally managed to gasp out between soft moans, "Take me... harder. Keep... going..." The sentence was drawn out, its words disappearing into moans, whimpers,  and gasps of pleasure. She clutched at his neck with one arm, to bring his neck down, and began alternately to kiss and bite gently, plying his skin with tongue and lips.