With one hard push he slammed her down on the bed. Like an animal, like a beast from the forrest, she stretched up to him, arching her hips, drawing him down on top of her. He stopped for just long enough to meet her eyes. Throwing himself onto her, he grabbed her hands, pinned them down with one of his. Tugging at her shirt he ripped it open, tearing away the thin lacy bra beneath without a second thought.
Her breasts stood proud and beautiful, her dark, perfect, bullet shaped nipples aching for him as he needed them. She twisted under him, trying to free her hands. Her legs came up, binding his hips, pulling him toward her. As he lowered his mouth to her breasts and down, down, his tongue destroyed her. Her hands free, she gripped hold of his hair, pulling him closer, pushing herself into his mouth, but he knew what he wanted.
They both knew what they wanted.
Rearing up, he turned her onto her knees. With every last scrap of will, he held himself back but she looked over her shoulder and met his eyes.
"Fuck me," she hissed.