It took no effort for him to rise and meet her, and as he splayed his hands against her back, he grabbed her lips with his, sliding his arms to hold her close and thrust his tongue against hers, moans muffled but constant, the shift in position pressing him even more tightly against the wall of her slick heat. He rocked, feeling her hands clutch at his back and he had to remind himself again to slow down, slow down...he most definitely did not want to bounce her off, and he struggled to make sense of his surging instincts, trying desperately to push down those which felt too much like an animal clawing its way to the surface.
"Padma..." he murmured, pulling his mouth away to drop it to her shoulder, where he trailed a line of open-mouthed kisses. He wanted her lips on his, but the urge to cry out was too great, and he could not hold back the noises ripped from his throat. Moving his hands restlessly over every inch of her he could reach, he finally lifted her up just enough that he could catch her breast with his mouth, and he sucked, the round weight feeling exquisite against his tongue.