It might not be what he's used to, but she's got no idea of that, and the way he rocks up against her makes her moan into the kiss, her teeth grazing his lip as she presses in more deeply, grinding herself down against him and rocking with his movements. How far he plans to go, she doesn't know -- maybe she worries a little, but this feels so good that she's not about to stop, not when her body's on fire and she feels like she's the center of his world.

Guided more by things she's seen in movies than anything else, things she's imagined rather than experience she's had, she pulls away from the kiss, tucking her face down under his jaw, her mouth finding the side of his neck and kissing there hungrily, lips dragging on skin.