Flipping them with little ceremony, delighting in the little squeal she made, he buried his face in her hair as he ran his hands up and down her body, touching everywhere he could with the way he had her pinned. She arched up into him with a groan, trembling hands gripping his hips tightly. He shifted until he felt her slick folds against his cock, before beginning a slow, gentle push and pull against her lips. Not entering her, but letting his cock slide through her wetness. The glide, the feel of the warm, wet skin sliding against him drove him out of his mind, drover her out of her own if her moans were any indication. He moved back, wanting, needing, to see her face, her body as she shivered and moaned under him. Her eyes drifted closed when he pressed his head against her entrance, beyond ready to push into that tight, wet warmth. He shifted his weight, cupping her face with one hand, palm pressed against her jaw.