He moved up close behind her and put his hand on her waist. That was all it took. With a moist little whimpering groan she turned and pressed herself into his arms, offering up her mouth. They were on the couch and the only problem in the world was the bondage of their clothing. Twisting and gasping together, they worked urgently at knots and buttons and buckles and hooks until the last impediment slipped away; and then in the warmest rhythm of her flesh he found an over-whelming sense of this is what I needed; this is what I needed; his self-absorption was so complete that he was only dimly aware of her whispering, 'Oh, yes; yes, yes…'