Great. Of course he could tell. He might as well have had a floundering newborn giraffe atop him. It probably would have been just about as sexy. She wanted so badly to... her inner criticisms came to a slow elated halt as he sank into her. All she could think about was the feeling of him so impossibly close, and the all consuming heat burning up between their bodies. She even forgot to be quiet. Fortunately, Boston was there to muffle her groans with another intoxicating kiss.<br/><br/>She chuckled at his teasing, though the faint laughter came unevenly. "You're welcome." She whispered in a feigned pushy tone people used when being ironically polite. She lay against him as he began his light thrusts, lifting her arms to loop about his head and throat. She felt her body ease, and perpetually tensed muscles relax as she gradually lost herself in the sensation. She watched him intently, unable to get enough of the sight of him grappling with the taut heat of her sex. After his list pull outward, she sank down over his full length, pushing a muted groan up from the bottom of her lungs. Her chin tilted upward and she pressed her lips to his jaw as she nuzzled against him, mewing his name as they rolled into one another.<br/><br/>It felt as if their short time together had drawn on for an eternity, but outside the bunk, the same Beastie Boys track still boomed.