His lips were soft against her own.

He caressed her skin with smooth, deft hands.

He knew just how to hold her so she felt comfortable and safe, building up the warmth in her chest until it was a fire burning through her body.

She fumbled with his shirt, stroking his chest, grazing his nipples with her thumbs, her tongue meeting his as her hands found his belt.

They moved slowly together, checking for comfort and pleasure, their movements increasing in depth and speed as passion built, and she wrapped her legs around his, gripping his shoulders as an…