She tips her head back, baring her throat to his kisses, swearing quietly under her breath. She sighs a low, breathy moan and her hips lift to press back into him. She curls the hand that was holding him around his arm, fingertips caressing down his forearm and guiding his hand between her thighs. His touch finds her warm and wet, and she dances for him, a subtle undulation that rolls down her spine and grounds in her hips.