George's laugh was joyous. Muriel smiled, giving him a smirk of her own until the feel of his slick fingers pushing inside her took the breath right out of her lungs.
He looked at her, then, poised above her and looked at her, and she'd never felt so naked in her life. She wanted to hide away, or tell him to get on with it, but she couldn't. The way he looked at her, with all that curiosity and reverence and need... well. Perhaps not a dirty old woman after all; perhaps just a foolish one. Swept away by the gaze of this beautiful young man who treated her as though she was beautiful.
And then he was there, yes, and her breath came out in a ragged gasp. She wrapped herself around him, he buried himself in her, against her, mouth on her shoulder and holding her tight, and she thought she had some idea of what this meant to him.
Her arm curled around his shoulder, around the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair. She kissed his cheek, the line of his jaw, everywhere her lips could reach, and lifted her hips to meet his.