Her heart racing, she nods eagerly, her gaze locked on the bulge in your pants. With shaking hands, she reaches for the button of her jeans and starts to undo them, moaning softly as they fall to the ground around her feet. Beneath her lace bra and thong, she's wet and aching for you; needing the connection that only physical intimacy can bring.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you carry her to the bed, your lips trailing hot, possessive kisses across her skin. She arches into each touch, moaning his name as if it were a prayer, begging for more. When you set her down on the mattress, she writhes beneath you, unable to contain the need that surges through her veins.

Her hands fumble with your belt and zipper, eager to feel your hardness against her; to know that they're finally one.