When he put his legs around his hips, she felt the muscles in her thighs start to tremble. He had her cleverly positioned so that he could support her from just that; she didn't have to cling to him with her arms, and she could stay leaning against the wall. It let her look at him, let him look at her.
Navi inhaled sharply when he gripped her jaw, licking dry lips and whimpering when he kissed her. She couldn't help it, running her fingers through her hair and tugging gently, rocking her hips to let him know exactly what she wanted. What she wanted was for him to be as aggressive and dominant as his genetics allowed for. The spanking had gotten her blood flowing, and when he told her that he was going to do what he wanted, she'd felt her legs wobble, blood rush to her cheeks, and dampness between her legs.