She sinks into his scent, sinks into love and longing, pressing her nose into his hair, her breath telegraphing his touch, shivering and shuddering, telling him exactly how much she wants him.

Goosebumps rise beneath his lips and he can smell that wild ecstasy in her musk. She fits herself to his body, her feminine curves moulding to his masculine planes, like she was crafted especially for him.

He feels so good, so very good and she wants more. She tells him so, with her hands, with her mouth, with her scent, with her sighs.