The way she moved, the way she clung to him, not only spurred him on, but also made it easier to keep his own balance for the time being, returning the kiss with the same fervor, dragging the edges of blunt nails down her thigh before returning his hand to where it had been holding, his other hand still braced against the wall behind her, mostly to keep himself in check, remind himself where it was so as not to slam her into it too hard.
He made a content, if breathless, sound at the hands in his hair, it wasn't as brain-melting to him as it was to some people, but he enjoyed it immensely, especially at times like these. He knew this wasn't going to last much longer, there was no way it could with her rolling like that, somehow she always managed to drag him down into instinct alone.