The roaming of his hands shows that he's finally entered into it and she responds by removing her shirt. Slowly the dance begins—touch, kiss, pull away enough to remove some article of clothing, press together again. Finally they're both nude and she pushes him back and rocks herself down onto him, eager to feel that rush that comes with orgasm—so sensitive, so heady, so ripe. She moves with him, she moves with him, she moves with him, and oh, the touch of his hands, skin against skin, and the feel of his cock; the sensations overwhelm her and she's not one to make noise like this normally but she feels almost like she owes it to him to prove she knows it's him and she grips his shoulders and throws her head back and moans his name. She rides it out, and lowers her gaze again, and then she lays on him to kiss him.