She lets her nails scrape the skin at the base of his hairline, and his mouth opens. She slips her tongue in and he tightens her against him. She can feel every centimetre of him. It seems there's no part of her not touching some part of him. But that can't be right; her feet are still on the floor. It's only her mind that's whirling with the sensations of this, the desperation and need, the desire.