Her hands track his, light as air on his wrists, and maybe he can feel her leaning forward into that touch. There's a growl of disagreement, quiet but distinct, as he shies away.

'Hell yes I could. But we're going slow, remember?'

Her hips are already in motion, keeping the pressure and friction just so, her breath coming quicker now. She's never been shy about what she wants in bed, but with him, it's different. There's a longing for connection, and the baser hunger that's roaring through her skin can't even hold a candle to what she really needs.

'I can't see you...'