Winnie wasn't complaining about the ferocity in which he moved, she was no stranger to a little rough and tumble to well, a tumble, but she couldn't quite get over the fact that she was just the vessel here. Not that she cared, not at all, in fact it was kind of amusing really. He must have some underlying frustrations at play.

Gasping audibly at the nip to her neck, Winnie knew there would be a collection of bruises to clean up once they'd scratched this particular itch. Everywhere his hands roamed left a trail of fire, despite the fact that this was round two. Maybe she hadn't really come down from the first time it perhaps it was the rough edge, but Winnie was still into it.

Dragging her nails over his skin, with the intent for it to sting a little, Winnie pressed her lips to his shoulder to contain the threatening moan. It wasn't like she wanted her neighboring ladies to hear her with a visitor. When the feeling had passed, she returned the favor by grazing her teeth along the same spot.