It was, perhaps, a bit embarrassing how easily Justin played her body like an instrument, taking her from languid kisses to urgent grinding in the matter of moments.  He evoked from her a range of sounds: squeals of delight as he cupped her sensitive breasts and sucked their nubs, low moans as he teased her panties with his hardness, passionate gasps as he suckled at her neck.  He could feel her body rising in speed and passion as his did, matching him, the two synchronized.  He licked at her neck and her legs locked tight around his hips, grinding herself against his hardness, her breathing coming faster.<br/><br/>Sophia's hands grasped his head, his hair, then his neck, his back, moving faster and faster, clinging to him as her heart began to race.  She wanted him so badly and yet she hardly knew what to do.  Dimly her brain told her that her dress was the barrier to what she wanted, her roving hands well aware of how naked he was.  She let go of him and gripped the hem of her dress instead, tugging up on it frantically.  It was caught between them of course, and her legs had not let go of him, and so it went nearly nowhere.  Giving that up she went instead to the back of her panties, hooking her thumbs in the thong and tugging it down, trying to get it out of the way as they writhed on the bed.  "Oh, Justin," she cried out as he nipped at her neck.  How did he know these things.  Her breasts throbbed from where he had touched and kissed them still.  The core of her was a burning hot mess.  "Please, take me," she begged him, yanking at her panties, not willing to let go of his body for more than an instant.