She was starting to feel slightly dizzy, but in a pleasant way, maybe erotic asphyxiation had something going for it. She couldn't think, certainly not enough to worry about anything at all, and not enough to even consider not kissing him, or even easing off a little. All that mattered was having as much of him as close to possible, fuck the consequences. There was a little moan of protest against into the kiss when she felt him remove his fingers, leaving her feeling almost painfully empty, until she felt him against her.
She moaned loudly when he pushed into her like that, but it was perfect, it always was, but right now, with his words still in her mind it was all she wanted. There were so many things she wanted to do with him, but when it came down to it this was all that really mattered, this was what it came down to - him inside her, so hard and so perfect. She gasped for air when he finally stopped kissing her, though even the need for oxygen seemed completely unimportant even now.
She stumbled backwards slightly when he pressed into her, not quite about to take his weight like this, they needed something solid, something he could fuck her against. Luckily they weren't too far from the wall, although Grey only realised as her back hit it, too distracted by kissing him and how good he felt against her to notice anything else at all.