Desmond gasped audibly at the shift of her hips, at the sudden, wickedly satisfying friction, and surged up against Maria. Forgetting the bindings for a moment, instead he slid his hands back into her hair, dislodging pins.

He all but growled through the kiss, her very touch setting his nerves alight, a shiver against her hands. It had been so long, so long since he'd been with a woman, he might have been embarrassed at letting himself get so overwhelmed, like he was a gawky teenager who just got to third base all over again. Not at all wishing to put an end to things too early, dipping his head to press a frantic line of kisses to her throat, Desmond turned and took Maria with him, depositing her back against the mattress.