She weighed practically nothing in his arms, but every move she made seemed to blast its way through his body all the same. Even the sounds she made seemed to shoot right through him, making him even harder and even more frantic to get her in a proper bed. He hesitated just for a moment when he had to figure out which of their bedrooms to go to, but his was clean enough. And if this never happened again he wanted to have a memory of her in his own bed with him.
His hand slipped down under her arse to keep her held high up against his chest as he pushed the door open. For a moment he paused there, holding her up against the doorframe and finding her mouth with his again, eager and shameless about the effect she had on him. "Fuck, Bee," he growled against her mouth. "You're so...fuck." He grabbed her tight and stumbled into the bedroom, reaching the bed and lowering her down as careful as he could. He hesitated long enough to jerk off his t-shirt then climbed onto the bed with her.