His opportunity reaps pleasured moans as its fruits, as he does one very good job of kissing the hell out of her. Not that she's giving him much choice -- it's either keep up, or be dominated by her intensity.

She curls her fingers tight in his hair as her other hand slips around the back of his head. She doesn't even realize that her body has begun to shift against his -- perhaps in an effort to put out all those little white flames.

She wants him closer.

She needs him here.