Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your fingers brush against her folds, spreading her wetness further across her sensitive skin. She arches her back off the floor, pressing her body closer to yours in an attempt to feel more of your touch. Her hips rock faster, desperate for that first connection as she moans and gasps into your kiss. "Yes," she whispers brokenly, "like that."

Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you on even as her body trembles with anticipation and need.

Noelle's back arches off the floor as you slowly push inside her. She lets out a moan that sounds more like a sob of relief and pleasure combined. Her fingers dig into the mat beneath her, her nails leaving tiny crescents in the soft material as she fights to stay grounded and focused on the feeling of you filling her up again.

Her hips rock with each thrust, meeting your movements with an eagerness that shocks even herself.