She was glad he didn't play the boy scout and insist. There was no risk anyway. Between Jeff and Jeff she'd actually been a good girl - not that he'd ever believe her.
Her back arched as he moved to enter her, knuckles brushing his cock before she remembered to move her hands to his hips. The plan wasn't to guide him so much as hang the fuck on for the ride.
"C'mon, need you..." she gasped, short of breath and shaking because she didn't want slow and sweet. She wanted him to set her on fire because was fire, if he could just see it like she saw it.