It was not too fast. Shy shuddered and braced her feet against the bed so she could shove her hips into his as he thrust into her. She wanted all of it. She was already getting closer, because he felt so good and she'd wanted this for so long. She returned the rough kiss, being careful not to break skin. That would be bad for both them. Well, not, bad bad. But 'Oh my god, your mom will kill us' bad. So no biting hard. Everything else was on the table and Shy got that started by raking her nails down his arm.
As if he hadn't had enough reasons to be so turned on it practically hurt. The sting of her nails ripping into his skin got a much rougher thrust from the boy than he meant to give. His fingers pressed harder into her hips, likely leaving bruises in the shape of his palms. It didn't much matter at that moment to the boy. If anything he wanted to mark her. He wanted any man coming within fifty feet of her well aware that she was off the fucking market. Cheyenne was his, damn it. That thought only spurned his urge to mark her on. His mouth pulled from hers and slid down her neck to the slope where it met her shoulder. He sucked at her skin, reveling in the taste of her flesh. He barely managed to keep his teeth covered and just suck, but she was right, even in her head. It would be bad for the both of them. Especially because his mother would kill him.
Hickies were good. Cheyenne squawked as he sucked on her throat, meeting his harder, faster thrusts. God, it was all so good. So rough and primal and right. This was what had been wrong with the others. They weren't him. She tugged harder on Lucas' hair, her hand moving to down his side as she wrapped her legs around his back as high as she could manage. "More," she hissed. "So good."
Satisfied that the mark was good enough there, he shifted his mouth, sliding it up the opposite side, just beneath her ear and starting to suck at the skin there. His hands shifted slightly, nails sinking into her skin now instead of just his fingertips pressing against her. If she wanted more, he fully intended to comply with that request. Once he'd made a large enough mark beneath her ear, he pulled back, whipping his hair over to one side and out of his face as he picked up the pace. He put every bit of his body's force into each thrust he made, eyes on hers as he moved. One hand moved from her hip to the headboard for extra leverage, determined to give her exactly what she wanted. "Like that?" he breathed.
Oh god, when she thought it couldn't get better. "Yes!" she hissed as she arched against him, grabbing his shoulders in both hands, digging her nails into his skin. She couldn't feel her damned legs anymore, but she didn't care because she didn't need them right now anyway. "Fuck, Luc," she panted. "God." She was getting so close. He just felt so good. There wasn't a spot in her pussy that wasn't getting rubbed and it was insanely good. She hoped to fucking god she was taking it all, it was probably impossible not to in this position, but she wanted it all. Make him feel as crazy good as he was making her feel.
God those noises she made were going to be the death of him. He slid his hand up, nails biting in against her hip, her side and over her shoulder until he could get his hand to the headboard by the other. The added leverage gave him more force behind each thrust, his eyes on her tits as they bounced with the movement. The bed was practically whining in protest of their movements, but he didn't care. He doubted he would if the damned thing collapsed. "Say it," he ordered her, eyes going darker and glassier than a human's should ever be.
Oh God, he was trying to fuck her to death. And it was AWESOME. Shy cawed louder as he just started pounding her through the bed. It took her a moment to process his demand and when she did, she grinned fiercely. Her eyes had gone glassy and black as well, her nails sharper as she pulled herself up towards Lucas' face. "I love you," she crooned. Shuddering hard, she panted out urgently. "Fuck, baby. So close."