Their eyes meet across the room, a silent understanding passing between them. She bites her lip, her breath hitching as he approaches. "I've been waiting," she whispers, her voice laced with urgency. He doesn't respond, just lifts her up, carrying her to the bed. She wraps her legs around him, grinding against his hardness. He strips her, his hands rough with desire, and she gasps as he enters her. "Fuck me," she cries, her voice echoing in the room, "Fuck me like you mean it." He does, his hips slamming against her, their bodies slick with sweat, their moans filling the air.