Her eyes close shut, inhaling at the feel of his hand against her skin, moving slowly- too slowly- along her back. Her breath caught as she leaned against him, forehead pressing against his for a brief moment of respite before she pulls away. Her arms lifting as he takes the shirt off.

Reaching for him she slid her hands over his shoulders as he pulled her back towards him. She meets his mouth, kissing him fiercely and showing him with lips, tongue, teeth what she wants. She wants him.

She moves, sliding in his lap closer to him, understanding even as his body speaks and tells her what he wants. She knows.