The simple press of him nearly made all of her actual thoughts and words still for a moment. She had a hundred words she wanted to say to him, to use on him so that his elbow buckled and his body went slack at just the thought of what she wanted to do to him. All she could do as the head of his dick pressed into her was exhale a heady sound of want and need.

It took her a moment to center her thoughts, to pull words out of the haze of simple, raw lust that she had surrounding her. "As long as your inside me," she managed to breathe out. Her hands grasped for purchase against the nape of his neck, fingertips slipping into the hair at the nape of his neck. All she could feel, besides the obvious, was the increasing need in her for him. She wasn't sure when it became like this, but she knew that she definitely didn't mind.