They are rapidly passing the realm of what she knows and has done and Ygritte doesn't mind; she's in fucking favor of finding as many possible ways for Steve to fuck her good and hard and deep. She wouldn't have guessed that he could do this, hold her in place and be just the right kind of rough.

Fuck, it's good to be surprised.

Her hands grab the bedclothes white-knuckled, and she rocks a little with each thrust. "Yes," she moans, letting herself be as sweet about it as she wants, as needy as she feels. "Just keeping fucking me like that and I'll--" A tiny wail punches out from her lungs.

"Aye, just like that, want t'feel you," she pants, eyelids fluttering as he strokes her clit in time with each sharp thrust, ridiculously endeared by the way his hand engulfs her breast. And then he speaks, and that's it, little cries on each exhale that rise in pitch and volume until she's shaking and clenching hard around his cock.

It's not quite screaming, but she knows he's going to get her there.