There was something about the slow and passionate bucking that he preferred over the rough and violent lustful sex he had initially planned upon dragging her back here.  He felt closer to her, figuratively of course, though in the literal sense they were as close as they could be at this point.  Each sound she made though, he couldn’t help himself but only be pleased with himself for his ability to make her unintentionally make those sounds– there had been something satisfying about it.

Dan’s hands wander again, a hand tangling itself in her hair and pushing her up into another kiss, while the other wrapped around her waist.  His hips though continued to rock against her, repeatedly driving his shaft into her welcoming warm body, sending wave after wave of pure pleasure throughout his entire body.  When his motions get rougher in pace, it’s not intentional, it’s based on his pure instinct and desire.

His breath hitches and he he bites his own lip leaning down once again towards her neck, not teasing her this time though, simply holding her much smaller body closer to his as the head of his cock reaching deeper and deeper again.  The feeling of euphoria that continually washes over him is one he’s never quite felt before because in reality it’s much more than simple pleasure he could get from just any fuck.  She’s special– different.