"Oh!" Three months without proper sex and that's what comes out of her! For a very brief second it just sounds so weird, 'oh' like she had never experienced this before, like it was a surprised exclamation mixed with a pleasured cry because she was nothing if not the vocal type. But that was only for a second and she needed the moment to readjust as much as he did. It felt so damn good it could almost make her stupid.

When she kissed him back it wasn't nearly as controlled as before. There was not such thing as lack of expression, not in a kiss of all things, but now she was so blessedly lost in the feel of him fucking her. Almost defiantly she pushed her chest into his hand, spread her legs a little wider to better wrap them around his hips, all an effort to feel him as deeply as physically possible, it didn't matter if it might leave her walking funny later, she wanted it. "Roland, more - hard as you can, please--" And then there was, of course, the shamelessness of her words, the near mindless call of them because of course he wouldn't stop but it just came out of her anyway. She tugged at his hair and probably couldn't keep quiet to save their lives and didn't want to, didn't have it in her to feel bad about it when he was actually very good at this.