She broke the kiss to breathe, arching her back and shivering. Huffing a chuckle when she saw his hair, she took a beam of light and tied his hair back. Once it was away from his face, she kissed his neck, his shoulders, whimpering and settling a bit more heavily on him, trying to coax him deeper. She liked him best when it felt like he was going to tear her open; it made the rush deeper, and left her with a reminder hours later that he'd been there.
Feeling his hand in her hair, she wondered how to get him to be just a bit rougher with her, and figured she'd go the direct route. "Pull?" She butted her head into his hands like a cat, shivering as she moved her hips deliberately slowly.