Kate moaned as she was slammed against the hard wood of the door, felt his fingers against her thighs, his body against hers as her wrists were captured over her head.
She smiled and it was a twisted and devious one. She looked into his eyes defiantly. "You think I'm scared?" she snorted. "Oh I wouldn't dream of backing down now!"
You don't know me at all, do you? Of course you don't!
She pulled her hands free and one hand strayed down his chest, down his abdomen to between his legs, where she could feel him. So hard...
She pulled at his boxers until they were sliding down to join his trousers around his ankles and she wrapped her fingers around his thickness, slowly starting to stroke it.
"Why would I back out now?" she said, her eyes still on his, so sure of herself.