It amazed her how quickly they could go from serious talk to sex, but she had absolutely -no- complaints in that regard.  As he sat her back and removed his clothing she watched with hungry eyes, even going so far as to reach out, her fingertips trailing lightly along his hairless skin.<br/><br/>"You're really fun to look at naked" she mused softly.  As he urged her to settle on him with her back to his front she did so, recalling rather vividly what he could do in the versions of this position.  The thought alone made her wetter, and then he was biting her.  She moaned out loudly, shivering in his arms, and her eyes closed as she gave herself over to him completely.<br/><br/>She felt the withdrawal of his fangs, the lapping of his tongue, and the unique qualities his bite possessed as they rushed through her.  She moaned again faintly, rolling her hips slightly to grind against him.  She didn't care how he "had" her, as long as he did so.  This was what they did best, wild passionately intense sex.