He settles into the cradle of her hips and she winds around him again, moaning out loud as he finds his rhythm. It's exactly what she needs, the weight of his body pinning her, keeping her safe, shutting out everything else. She's not at all passive like this, kissing him back, her touch and her voice fierce now, making her demands known with her heels and her hands, her hips rising to meet him with all the strength she can muster.

It isn't long at all before her head falls back. She's distantly aware that she's murmuring something, pleading, begging him to not hold back anything, shameless as she hurtles towards the end.