She couldn't rise to meet his thrusts, but she could roll her hips in time with each forward motion.

She met his thrusts and gave herself over to the sensations he created.

She shifted her hips upward, meeting his thrusts as they were given to her.

She met his thrusts, and they shared a long, hungry kiss.

"No." She met his thrusts, gluttonously loving every moment of it.

They rang in her ears as she struggled to meet his thrusts.

She pressed down against him, meeting his thrusts.

He began to move; she raised her hips to meet his smooth thrusts.

She cried against his mouth, consumed by the powerful need to meet his solid thrusts.

Her mind was conquered, her body rose to meet his brutal thrusts.