He'd always enjoyed the little sounds she made, and her gasp was like music to his ears. So what if she was going to take this out on him later. Right now was what he was focused on, and trying to get her to do that again. It was the boy in him.
His hands moved up her sides slowly, teasingly. She had such a small frame- from all those cheerleading practices, no doubt- and she felt so fragile in his grasp. He liked it, though. It made him feel masculine. Tino was not a big guy by any means, so he was always a fan of women who were a lot tinier than he was.