She is indeed willing to switch positions, rolling with him forcibly as he begins to squirm beneath her.  Her skirt starts to ride up as they tumble on the bed, a wide smile as he covers her in kisses.  Her hair splays around her head on the pillows as she looks up at him, almost as pale as the white pillowcases beneath her.  As he kisses her, she watches his muscles ripple, enjoying being able to see him, smell him, almost taste him.  Of course, now that she knew what tasting really was, the double meaning was not lost on her.  But that could wait.  Though her hunger was ceaseless, she felt a more intimate hunger overtaking.<br/><br/>He was just as warm and exciting as he had ever been, and he seemed to appreciate the changes that she had gone through, though he probably was unaware of their full extent.  That would come later, though, now, now she just wanted to be in his arms, feel him, touch him, and have him do the same to her.  She knew she may be rushing things, but she thought they both needed this, before they could move ahead.<br/><br/>In the dark, she moaned.