Erika was entirely oblivious to anything other than him. The feel of his hands on her body and his lips -- as well as her anticipation -- were all-consuming. She would have laughed had she known his thoughts: Erika was about as psychic as a bar of soap. Unlike a bar of soap, however, she could make connections with others -- and she and Chris had one hell of a connection. It was practically a sense all its own.
A soft sound escaped her lips as his fingers slid inside her, only to be caught and muffled by his. It was something between a moan and a sigh of contentment, short but certainly audible. Her body responded immediately to his touches, opening freely even as she leaned a little more into his hands.
Her own hands were a little higher on his body, one palm flat against the side of his head and his cheek while the other pressed gently against his shoulder, fingertips pressing into his skin a little when a particularly delightful jolt of pleasure went through her.