Much let himself be moved - he would have let her do anything to him in that moment - and returned the kiss, deep and firm, moved inside her, deep and firm. He lost track of what he'd already told her - how good she felt and how he couldn't handle how sexy she was - but that was okay, he was doing more kissing than talking by now anyway. One of his hands went to her leg for support or for grip as he moved faster, opening his eyes to look down at her, mess of red hair tangled behind her lovely face.