With her settling, he was immediately on her. Holding her head up, he kissed her hard and deep. She knew little about it at first, until the feeling returned to her and she tasted herself on his lips. Another rush of energy surged through her and she reciprocated the kiss, grabbing him in turn and pulling him closer. His hands left her for a few seconds until she felt heat against her slit and gentle pressure.
She broke the kiss and looked down in time to see his manhood, rubbing up and down her slit, push gently into her swollen lips. He eased inside her and her mouth fell open again as she relished the intrusion. He kissed her again, holding her face, his full length sheathed inside her and still.
She enjoyed the heat of him and the full feeling she got from him for a minute or so, lost in the moment. But there was soon more needed from him, and she was determined to get it, her energy levels soaring high. Her hips rolled and bucked as she ground against him, moaning into the kiss. His hands left her face and held her hips instead as he broke the kiss to gaze into her eyes, a primal look taking residence there, as though about to devour her; he saw a pleading, expecting look in her eyes as she waited patiently for what he knew she wanted.
Eyes fixed, hands holding her hips, he pulled his length sluggishly out of her leaving only the head still inside before thrusting quickly back inside and holding once more. Her body pushed back against the wall, the room seemed to shake with the force of the thrust, which helped hide the squeak from her. He did it again, harder. She squeaked again, but her eyes closed momentarily this time. Opening her eyes, she saw a pair staring back at her. But not his. A strange pair, wide and focussed, was reflected under the wall in a small make-up mirror. She was shocked for a second, as the mirror was hastily removed, and barely noticed his third and most forceful thrust so far.
He wasn't allowed to comment or question her however, she immediately stood up, pushing him off her and onto the bench she'd just been sat on. She turned to face him, stepping over his legs to straddle him; she grabbed his hands and placed them decisively on her hips as she braced against his chest with one hand and guided him inside her with the other, gently lowering onto him until she could grind her clit against his pelvis, leaning forward to kiss him hard.
His hands were placed on her breasts and were used to squeeze them both hard as her hips began to bounce. She was in control now, holding his body down she decided the pace while his hands and mouth worked over her breasts. His mouth took in a nipple and sucked hard, which she rewarded with a faster and faster fucking. Her rebounding arse would be a great view from behind, she thought to herself, thinking of the mysterious eyes in the makeup mirror. Another flush ran through her and she felt herself grow wetter at the thought, surprising herself. She was learning a lot about her longings, today.
She sat up straight, throwing back her hair and grasping her own breasts. Her hips wriggled and she somehow worked him a little deeper, grinding her hips against him. It was his turn to let his head fall back and let out a moan. His hand reached out and found her clit, rubbing it as furiously as she was grinding against him.
"Yeah, keep going, babe," he gasped out, admiring her tight frame. She tutted and put a finger against his lips, scratching nails down his bare chest with a low shushing noise. His eyes suddenly looked down, to the left, and widened, as she watched him. She never slowed her movements, but she knew what he'd seen. She simply smiled and braced herself, leaning forwards a little with her hands on his hips. Her hips now thrust against him faster and harder than ever, his attention suddenly brought back to her with a gasp and a sigh. Their bodies met with a light slapping noise and her clit ground against him. Knowing they had an audience was beginning to push her over the edge again. She could hear his growls getting deeper and coarser; she knew he wouldn't be too long.
She leaned further forward, fingernails digging into his chest and causing him to moan. Her hair brushed his face as their cheeks rubbed, she whispered into his ear sweet encouragements.
"Y'like that?" she asked him with a gasp, biting his shoulder. He didn't respond, only moaned and gripped her arse, pushing her deeper and deeper. "Is this naughty enough for you?" She asked him now, "Is this turning you on? Are you gonna cum for me?" she whispered with a smile, enjoying herself. He growled and bit her shoulder in turn, which only served to excite her even more. "Are you gonna cum inside me, babe?" she offered by way of response.
He really growled now; his teeth buried into her shoulder; hers in his; her nails in his chest and his hands forcing her hips harder and harder, they were both racing towards their orgasms.
"C'mon, babe!" she egged him on, sensing how long he'd got to go. "Give it to me! Give me all you've got! Let me have it, I want it all!"
He snarled loudly at this, pushed over the edge and exploding inside her. She felt him go, feeling him pulse and grow inside her. She couldn't hold it anymore and she shuddered down, his length finally resting inside her again, pulsing as he convulsed underneath her. Her body twitched and quaked with her orgasm as their bodies fell together on the bench, breathing heavily.
Recovering ever so slightly, after a minute or so, she picked her head up and looked her lover in the eye. "I hope you enjoyed the show." She said loudly, to the room. His eyes widened a little, but he soon smiled, understanding. A small flicker of that primal look was visible in his eyes again, for a second. She wanted to see it again. Leaning to his ear, she whispered to him.
"Let's get out of here, there's something I really want to do.'' She smiled sexily and stood up slowly. He watched her figure straighten out and smiled. How could he say no?