Helen's hands trailed down to his hips, gripping him firmly. She positioned herself behind him, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel her own wetness pooling between her thighs as she pressed herself against him. Her hands moved to his ass, kneading the firm flesh as she guided him into position.
"Arch your back," she commanded, her voice steady despite the heat coursing through her veins.
He obeyed immediately, his body bending to her will. Helen's breath quickened as she took in the sight of him—his strong, muscular back, the curve of his ass, the way his body trembled with anticipation. She reached down to guide him inside her, her fingers trembling slightly as she positioned him at her entrance.
"Take me," she whispered, her voice soft but laced with urgency.
