Emerson's hands dug into the flesh of her hips like he was holding on for dear life. He took measures so that it wouldn't bruise, but it was hard not to lose himself as he felt her teeth on his lips and his tongue. He responded in kind, moving to nibble at her lower lip and suck on it when he found an opening. He couldn't think to even say anything at the moment, nothing that wouldn't ruin the moment. The hand not gripping her waist eventually moved up to grasp one of her own hands.
His pace increased when he entwined his fingers with her. He moved inside of her, working his hips with a ferocity and motion that he knew would work wonders on the frustration that had built up between them over the weeks. He moved his hips quicker and quicker with each thrust, of course not wanting to hurt her but no longer quite so concerned with being gentle as he felt her clinging to him. She was amazing. She felt perfect as he forced himself fully inside of her, working in her again and again as he felt his pleasure building.