"Oh..." He blushed more, then spoke softly. "Well, in that case... I think of making love to you, gently, and sweetly, like, in some grand bedroom, with roses and wine. Of making you moan and whimper softly. I think about tasting you, kissing and nibbling all over your body. I think about, -- I think about fucking you, driving my cock into your... uhm, your pussy, hard and as deep as I can, making you cry out loudly." He was on a roll now and felt like it was all spilling out of him as he ground against her.

"I think about bending you over a chair, like in the common room, and fucking your... your arse, making you squeal and scream, and beg for more. And I think about having you suck my cock, over and over again, each time swallowing when I come..." And he bent to kiss her lips, a soft thing, but fevered, that sent ripped through him of pleasure.