As asked, he leaned down and complied with her desire, kissing her deeply like before, but not letting up in his thrusts. In fact he began to pick up the pace a little.

His feeding hand rested just under her breast, the slit wide open, taking in the heat and scent of her as he rolled his hips against hers. There was no creaking or knocking against the wall as the bed was fixed in place. The slow rock of whatever viscous matter that made up the mattress was the only movement beneath them.