Adrian's legs wrapped around his hips, the pressure of her thighs and the pulling of her calves forcing him in deeper with every thrust. Her voice had been rising with every breath over the past several minutes, until she was nearly screaming every time she exhaled.
She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, and he grunted in satisfaction down at her. Her eyes had been squeezed shut the whole time, but when he grunted she opened one, just to peek. When she saw him looking back down at her she flushed (he assumed) and stammered wordlessly before falling back into a much quieter gasping. She had gotten wetter, though.
"Talk to me," she said after a minute.
"What do you like?" he asked her, as if reading off of a cheat sheet. "How do you like your men?"
Her eyes went huge and round and her breath stopped coming altogether until he thrust once hard enough to knock the bed's frame against the wall and she moaned the breath out between barely parted lips.
"How do you like your men?" he said again, leaning down and looking her in the face so he could see the lines of light from his visor reflected on her. "Do you like a little danger?"
"May...maybe!" But there was no maybe to it, not in the way she clenched and then angled her hips, the way she wiped at her glasses with her fingertips when they fogged up from his breath (only God knew why she was still wearing them) and reached up and kissed him on the mouth, an intimate but timid action like a child stealing her first. He didn't laugh, but holding it back was hard.
"Okay," he said, still looking down at her as he reached over to the bedside lamp, the only source of light in the room. "Let's see how dangerous you like it."
The lamp clicked and the light went out, until the only illumination was from the lines of his mask. He looked down at her face as she first panicked, then stared... and then grabbed onto him and bit him on the neck, pulling him down and forcing him into her even harder.
And she started to scream in earnest. Well, fine, he liked screamers.