Merlin, she could barely move, the way he had her, pressed hard against the wall, toes only barely touching the ground. Arms over her head. She had the leg that was curled around him and used it to pull him against her, but mostly she was at his whim. He filled her, moving with long, slow strokes, pushing deep, but Merlin, this slow friction, it was...
She clenched her fists and arched her back against the wall, watching her breasts push outward, firm and heavy. Merlin, the were bigger than usual, and felt particularly vulnerable with nipples puckered and her arms up over her head like this. It sent a thrill though her, the vulnerability.
She was aware that her mouth was open, that noises were coming out, but she was as helpless to control that as she was everything else. She had forgotten how much this body could feel, and how helpless she was when she was in it.