The sheer force of the kiss, the strong lustful pull drew her in closer as she felt tugged upon. Sighing in between kisses, she stiffened and then relaxed as she felt his hand move upward her spine, every nerve running through her body tingling in both anticipation and fear. Feeling the tender stroke of his hand resting on the back of her neck, she inched forward, almost sitting on his very lap, her once firm hand now sliding from his cheek, grazing it lightly with her fingernails and trailing it down to his shoulder, all the while permanently attached to his lips, clinging on the edge of them, but not in a needy way, in wanting way, caressing his shoulder blade and smiling as she opened her eyes.

That was incredibly hard to write.