With his mouth still at her neck, the words tingled in his ears and he obliged, thrusting again.  With eagerness, he continued, not a steady pace, but a slow withdrawal and a quick hard thrust each time.  As he began this, he leaned back just a little more, taking one hand from her knee and wrapping it around her bottom, the muscles of his arm flexing around her waist.  The girth of his hand covered a cheek, grabbing it and pulling it hard into him as the pace of his thrusts increased.  Once that arm was supporting her, he let go her another knee, leaving her to wrap her legs around his body.  The fingers searched their way up and around her body, searching for her hair again.  Taking a handful he pulled at it, pulling her head back slightly as he removed his mouth from her neck.  Using the hand behind her head, this time he thrust her lips into his, eagerly seeking her mouth for a kiss; perhaps the first real kiss since they had been wed.  Not some stately peck for appearances, this was full of lust in the heat of their passion, his tongue parting her lips and seeking to taste her mouth and feel her tongue dancing with his.