It was not as if she hadn’t invited this kind of treatment, rather she wanted him to commit this rampage all about her body and bed. It was in these moments that she felt most wrapped up in his attention and care. This is when she felt close, when his hand dug in and and grasped her like this, when she felt the strength of his urge, the wanton pull of his need. She was proud to be the one who could make him feel this, to become this superhuman sexual being.
And so here they were, no words were spoke, instead, only the sound of her muted barks and squeals could be heard over their thrashing about the bed. She struggled to keep her posture of supplication as he had his way with her, but to no avail. She released herself completely to him and his demands, which only further served to invigorate and stimulate him to take her to even more wanton ecstasies that she would thrill to withstand.
Their struggle continued, her fuel, his fire, her fire, his fuel, friction… oh yes, they would be consumed.