She couldn't move much, the way he had Rachel pinned against the wall, but with what he was doing to her, she really couldn't complain. The feel of lips on her skin was a rush she'd only imagined, warm and wet and exciting and she had the feeling that he was only getting started. The hand on her breast was rough, but she found she didn't mind it, Rachel's other lovers (all two of them) had been tender, caring, but this was... different. There wasn't affection in this, just attraction, need, desire.

Fingers run along his neck, not impeding, but just feeling. The texture of his hair, the smoothness of skin every little detail seared on her brain as he drew out little gasps and shocks with his lips. And all she could do was arch against him, press herself closer to those hands and mouth.