She gasped loudly, her turn now to fight to keep her hips from swinging up at him. She returned her hands to the bedspread, so if she yanked or something she didn't hurt him, and she gripped it tightly, her head rolling back into the mattress. "Fuck. . fuck. ." She was panting soon, biting at the linen around her. "Fuckin'. . Mm, Mark, fuck, wan' you, Mark."