He stepped up behind her one hand on her right hip, the other on her neck just at the should when the sweet smell of her perfume drifting into his senses threatened to overtake his lustful desires. The feeling of desire turned from want to need in an instant when she reached back with her left hand and began to caress the buldging mass forming in his Jean. The grip of his left hand shifted to her hair pulling it and bringing her head to the side,  opening her neck to an assault from his mouth. His right hand slowly shifted downward, taking in every inch of the soft feel of her flesh. Slipping his hand between her body and shorts he examined ever little quiver as she anticipated the potential euphoria that was to come.  

She felt the heat building in her core with a burning desire.  His unflexed but firm chest pressed against her back. His strong grip pulling on her, demanding she adhere to its desires.  When his fingertips teased their onslaught she began to twitch, instinctively beginning to grapple with the unbuttoned Jean to free the monster that was calling to her from within it. Her right hand reaching up to brace herself when his fingers finally met her folds for the first time.  She'd been waiting for this moment since they first met weeks ago...