Ann wasn't used to beds - she hardly slept in them since Arthur left, hadn't had sex in one for years and so the experience would feel very foreign to her. Still, with James she wouldn't mind - just like she didn't mind his hand there, rolling her bud so sweetly and delicately yet enough to get her writhing hinto his fingers. James made her feel young again, and that was so precious...
"Ohh James just do it," she sighed, reaching out blindly to grasp at the helm of his trousers and release him.