And with that firm push, all attempts to keep quiet go right out the window. Every stroke is answered with a decadent moan, soft, but raw and unmistakable. She can't seem to get enough of touching him, her hands stroking over his chest, his arms, his neck. And her feet and legs do much the same. He spreads his knees and hers rise, her heels skimming over his arse, pulling him in.

'Always thought, our first time, would be in, your office. Or, ah yes, my couch.'

He strokes over a hot spot, and she lights up, lips parted, her eyes falling closed at the rich wash of sensation.

'Never thought we'd make it, to a bed.' She's grinning as she says it, looking up at him, taking in his expression as she moves with him.