Sif cried out as he rolled them, going willingly, her long legs wrapping about his waist as she bucked up to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper. her own movements were wilder now, losing some of the maintained rhythm she'd had until now, but she didn't care, because her world had narrowed down until he was the only focus left, the movement of his body above hers, inside hers. She met his thrusts with abandoned, near frenzied when his fingers found her clit once more. Nails raked lightly over his shoulders as she arched up with a keening cry, body trembling as pleasure washed over her.