There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

[The area between her legs is flushed with arousal, so much that when he slips his hand between them it's almost hot to the touch and she moans into the kiss. Opening her mouth to both tease and encourage him, her kisses turning more eager and hungry and instead of opening her legs more she crosses them, trapping his hand in place as she rocks her hips. Creating a delicious kind of friction.]

God I missed your hands.

[She half gasps as she grinds against his hand.]

They're so strong but gentle.