The noise that came out of her, as his lips met her own, drawn there by his hand in her hair, had to have been the neediest half moan half whimper she had ever made in her entire life. She had needed this. Needed him. Like she needed air to breathe. And that need was finally being sated. For now.
She moved her hips with his movements, pushing in and pulling out. They weren't jerky movements, it was more like a well rehearsed dance. Slow and steady, stroking already lit fires. One hand kept her full weight from being on him, helping that fluid movement. The other slid up and down the side of his chest. Anything to keep those fires building.