His hands were warmer than the last people she'd slept with, and she sighed when she felt their calloused touch on her shoulders. She didn't break the kiss, even as she felt his hands cup her breasts. She inhaled sharply, yes, but it made her kiss him harder, run her nails lightly over his stomach, lightly nip his lower lip. She didn't want to be too rough, but he'd said she wouldn't hurt him, and she wanted to let him know the same.
She was pretty sure this would be the only time they'd do this, and she wanted to remember it. Eventually, her lips left his and she breathed raggedly into his shoulder, arching into his touch.