"Yes," she gasps as his fingers graze her clit. Then she starts kissing him again, the sounds of her pleasure muffled by his mouth. The more he touches, the more aroused she becomes. She tries to buck her hips toward his hand, toward him, but his weight holds her in position.

She touches him everywhere she can reach, grasping, teasing, WANTING. It feels familiar, right, as if some part of her has done this with him before.