She could tell he was pleased, that dark look confirmed it.  He wanted her to say it and she had.  She gasped in shock as he gathered her up and slammed into her rather quickly.  she arched back slightly, hands gripping his shoulders even as her tight slick inner walls clenched around the hard thrust of his shaft<br/><br/>"Oh..  Fuck..  oh god.." she moaned out, a soft litany that was soon a cacophony of sound, moans and cries, wild wet thrusting, bodies slamming in that rhythm older than time.  It felt too good to pretend otherwise, and soon she was a moaning writhing mass of pleasure as she clung to him.  As she felt his release nearing, she knew hers was as well, and even as he kissed her she clung to him.  She felt the wild pulsing rhythm, and then she was clenching and releasing around that throbbing shaft, the heated squirt of his orgasm washing through her as well.<br/><br/>She blinked as she found herself on the bed rather quickly, feeling a quick wash of guilt and shame as she realized -just- what shed allowed herself to enjoy.  she quickly put a lid on her thoughts, focusing on what he said, drawing her legs up to her chest.  as he finished he directions she nodded, managing a soft albeit somewhat begrudging "yes sir" after a moment.  Only when he was out of the room at all would she move to the plate, though the water was much more needful at this point.