Rosa was visibly confused. She thought Tommy's physical initiation meant everything was suddenly going back to "normal," back to the intense, passionate comfort they shared. She didn't say anything, either; she just went along with him.
But this time, the difference was stark: he did everything with subtle, aggressive moves. He kissed her with a little bite.
In a non-gentle and slightly fast manner, he lay her down; he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them; he grabbed her buttocks and squeezed them; he slid his hand under her panties and inserted his finger into her vagina.
He pulled down her pants and took off her panties quickly. He spread her legs and licked her clitoris with an aggressive intensity. He then moved over her on his knees, on top of her chest, inserting his penis into her mouth and pelvic thrusting, desperate to drown the pain of betrayal in the immediate, familiar pleasure of her body.
He sat up, pulling out her blouse and removing her bra. He aggressively licked and sucked on her nipples and squeezed her breasts. Without ceremony, he got on top of her, spreading her legs, and inserted his penis into her wet vagina.
Pelvic thrusting, he put his hands on her breasts. He continued the thrusts, looking at her, not with a warm gaze, but with an empty stare.
Rosa responded with deep moans. Tommy quickly increased his thrusting rhythm until he ejaculated.
But even in his desperation and aggression, the deeply ingrained habit of their former love surfaced. Knowing she hadn't reached her orgasm, he quickly moved under, aggressively licking her vulva and clitoris. He inserted his finger into her vagina and kept licking her clitoris until she finally reached her orgasm.