*only keeps her feet through sheer force of will when your dexterous hands begin to undress her in earnest; certainly cannot be expected to breathe when she looks down and sees the way you're looking up (she knows you're seeing her as much as you're seeing black lace and silk stockings)*
*twines her hands in your hair, tugging your head back gently and drinking in the sight before she lets go again, smiles, gives you back your sign for her (you are at least as deserving)* Beautiful.
*moans the moment your hot breath touches her flesh, her hands dropping onto your shoulders and sliding just over onto your back as she leans forward a little way onto you, barely able to support herself* *becomes mesmerized by the way her shadowed hair brushes your cheek, which is just as well, really, when her thighs tremble so*