She falls back slowly, drawing him down with her in one smooth motion, keeping him close. The feel of his fingertips raises goosebumps over her shoulders, and all the way down her back. Her heels hook behind his knees, and her hands never cease their exploration, stroking him, trying to discover just how it is he likes to be touched.

She breathes his breath, whispering to him, sweet and sultry promises, and even though he doesn't speak the language, his body does, somehow. Her hands seem to be translating her intentions quite effectively.