Her eyes have fallen closed, as she has other senses by which to feel him watching her. Her knees grip tight, keeping him close as he shifts, even though she wants nothing more than to spread herself wide open for him. Strong currents of tension shift through her body, her stomach muscles trembling, telegraphing the flutter of other, deeper pleasures.

And still she makes no attempt to strive, just lets the waves build, slow and steady, drunk on his touch, inhibitions completely left behind.

She sighs his name, the sound reverent and pleading.