She took him at his words. She took his lips and demanded that he leave the soon-to-be jealous peaks so that her hungry tingling lips could demanded the sweet saltiness of his lips once more. She rolled her hips as he encased her, and then she began lowering and rising herself in an pace quicker then what he demanded. She brought his hands up till they took place at her nipples where his lips had been before. She lifted and lowered herself quickly, taking all of him that her womanhood could and attempting to take more for him. Her hands roamed his shoulders and down his chest. Then she scrapped her nails along the same path. She had realized on some far off level that she was making no deficit as she would with a man normally, but so consumed in her pleasure that she did not care right now. She rose and lowered herself trying to bring him right up against her flesh. She wanted to feel ever warm steel against him while at the same time still consuming his lips.<br/><br/><br/>She didn't speak, she wanted him. She wanted him...deep down there was more then that, but she refused to think about the pleasure that her womanhood felt when she massaged against his length purring. Her bottom wiggled only the slightest amount while her breath started to quickening her body vibrating as if she was on the edge of a cliff and about to fullfill desire that was as vast as the gulf ocean.