She's sighing aloud with each thrust, her hands gripping his shoulders. There is a sheen of sweat forming, just enough to intensify every sensation, skin slipping over skin. She shifts slightly, angling her hips to get more pressure where she needs it, and tightens around him when he hits the sweet spot deep inside her. She can feel the pleasure bleeding down her long bones, rising up her spine, the delicious slow burn spreading through her body.

Her hands flutter on his back and she swears indelicately under her breath.