She clung to him as they kissed, nails dragging against tanned skin, fingers pulling at his hair. She gasped into his mouth when he pulled her down with him. Pressed against his torso, she sighed, relaxing into the warmth of his skin.

Ana rubbed herself agaisnt his leg, craving more of the friction it gaze her as she reached for what lay between his legs. The first touch was gentle, almost shy. The second was firm, Ana's thumb rubbing over his head and down the shaft.