She knew she'd have tiny marks along her body and she didn't care. Her head was spinning, her body completely beyond her control. Roger had taken over every one of her senses. She ached for him, ached for him to fill her. She needed it. Her body cried out for it, begging him to satiate her desires. Her voice had left her long ago and small, tiny whimpers escaped her throat as she trembled under him. She couldn't stop shaking. "Yes," she whimpered, fingers digging into his arms. "Please, Roger. I need you so bad." She was desperate for him. It hurt... everywhere. She just needed fulfillment and she nearly came again when his finger slid into her. "Oh God, Roger," she begged, arching into his touch, loving the feel of him inside of her.
Her legs fell open at his slightest touch, unable to focus on anything but what it would feel like the second he slid into her. She met his kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, sliding her arms around his neck, barely able to support herself. She pulled herself tightly against him, feeling him press into her, head falling back in a daze of pleasure and longing. "Roger..." she gasped. Her walls pulled him in, squeezing gas he she adjusted to the intrusion. It hurt a bit, but it always did and she barely noticed it this time.
The second he moved, pleasure shot off in her brain and she let out a low, keeling cry, collapsing against the bed, unable to handle it. It was slow and deep, each movement hitting her in that special spot, causing her body to tense and tighten around him. His hands dug into her hips and she wanted nothing more than to beg him to fuck her but there was something so entirely amazing about this moment. "I can feel all of you inside of me," she gasped, as he hit a particularly deep spot. Her legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him deeper. "Can't- more..."