She meets his kiss, letting her hunger slip, letting him feel just how much she wants him. Her body settles along his, chest to chest, astride his hips with just enough room to slide along his entire length, catching his aching cock between them.

'Next time,' she murmurs, and the very thought stokes the fire in her skin. She deepens the kiss with a soft hum of arousal, letting his hands draw her up until she's poised to take him in. Only then does she pull back to look into his eyes again.

He is all that matters to her, now. Maybe he can see that reflected in her gaze, or feel it in the way she's holding her breath.