The slightest brush of fingertips against her stomach, drawing nonsense against the smooth skin of her belly. Caresses of long hair across her breasts, the touch drawing shivers down her body.
His weight was warm and comforting over her, pushing her body deeper into the mattress. The sideways smile on his lips before his weight shifted lower brought a flutter to her heart and a snag in her breath. Warm lips pressed against her inner thigh, nipping lightly at delicate skin.
Head falling back, eyes closed against the world the feel of shifting warmth and coolness drove all conscious thought from her mind. Hips rolled unconsciously upwards, body desiring to meet him fully.
"Up," she moaned, blindly reading out to him.
Soft locks slipped between splayed fingers, easily guiding him back to her. The taste of desire, him and her, were strong against her lips.
He caught her wrists, raising them up over her head, knuckles pushing slightly against the coldness of wood. He exposed her, free hand running the length of her body.
Mouth lavishing one breast warmly, tongue circling and body answering. The warmth shifted and she gasped, arching her back in response.
Eyes fluttered open, searching the surroundings, the still newly familiar feelings and emotions that assaulted her body and mind. The trembling of the fingers wrapped protectively around her wrists told her more then anything. There was more then desire, there was loneliness. Fear of lose.
A hand drifted lower, under her hips and lifting her body to his.
She looked at him, he returned the look, bodies hovering on the edge. Legs raised slowly, wrapping loosely around his waist, pulling him in.
Together, they found the road home.