She giggled faintly obviously knowing he was trying to capture her lips but being difficult as she teased him by escaping and peppering a kiss elsewhere.   Though when he pulled out and then pushed back in, well that gave her pause and allowed his mouth to find her own.   She groaned into his mouth, feeling the needy stroke and demanding press of his lips.   Her head tilted as she gripped him to her, enjoying the feeling of every inch of him as he moved inside of her.  Tarek had spoiled her for life, because nothing or no one would ever again make her feel like this.   It felt at least o her, as if her body was simply made to take his.<br/><br/>His moaned words drew her hands down over his chest before she skimmed them down her legs as he lifted them.   Hands gripped at his wrists as he held on to her tights, this new position, making her eyes hover between rolling backwards in pleasure and squinting shut  in pleasure.  As his pace started to pick up they closed, though her mouth seemed to get slack as little grunts of pleasure were forced out of her lips.   The slapping of him against her thighs and ass was rhythic but with each hard thrust it jolted her body.    It didn't hurt but it wasn't exactly pure pleasure, it was an itch that demanded more, more and harder.   HAnds dropped off his wrists as he sped up, grasping her own breasts as breathy grunts were forced out.   He could feel the tremble start in her right thigh, as  the speed brought the heat inside of her to boil again.  Calves flexed against his chest as her body started to go tense as it preparing for an orgasm.