The feeling of his meeting her roughness without hesitation is what does it for her. Any inkling in the back of her mind that this needs to slow down is forgotten as he doesn't treat her like she's made of glass. There's a slight sound as his teeth collide with her lips, but she intentionally presses her teeth against his lower lip and gives a nip accompanied by the slightest tug.

Now that she's sure he wants her and isn't likely to hold back, she presses his shoulder to get him to lay on his back. Her leg slips from between his, curling over his hips to straddle him as she elevates herself over him. Her tank top is still disheveled from his attention and she bites at her lip as she slips it over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Wasting more time than that seems like a terrible idea, so with a drag of her hand through her hair to try and keep it out of her face she leans down to resume kissing him.

Given their new position, she can feel him pressed against her more intimately. Even the slightest movement causes an electric spark in her spine, the heat quickly spreading through her like wildfire. It makes a needy sound pass from her lips against his, causing her to only kiss him harder.