Rosa has no idea where those words came from, but she didn't regret it. Jeremy pounced on her. Tucking his face into the crook of her neck, he inhaled her scent deeply. She smelled better than anything he's smelled before.
Rosa shoved her hands through his hair and grinded on him, rolling her hips back and forth. He bit into her neck and rank from her softly. Rosa moaned and arched her back. Leaning up they both take off their shirts. Still dirty with blood and mud and dust, but neither cared. They were so emersed in the moment, none of it mattered. What mattered was here and now and the intimacy they were sharing. At this point there was no going back for either of them. They were neck deep in pleasure and lost in each other.
Jeremy pressed himself against and met her grinding hips. She moaned "Please. More." She started to beg against her better judgement. For something that should be wrong it felt so right.
