I got up, and he pinned me up against the wall, hiking my legs up around his hips as he entered me hard. I gasped at this, and grabbed on to his shoulders for support. I trusted him not to drop me, but I loved the closeness of our bodies, the feel of his slick, hard abs as his cock pounded in and out of my pussy without mercy or pity. His kisses were borderline rough as well, but the passion behind them took my breath away, because it felt like the dam of his pent up emotions was released by Harry's death.