It was like a dance that they had been fated to join with together - just as they had on the balcony, their bodies seemed to move and fit together as if made for each other. His mouth was warm, her own soft and inviting, and when she felt him begin to press inward between her thighs, their lips thrummed softly with her first, barely audible moan.<br/><br/>Young, ripe, warmed by the intensity of their dance, their escape from the party, their kisses, her sex was gently puffed and quite slick. Her body welcomed the press of him, the way tight and difficult, yet slickened to ease his movement. It was quite unlike anything she might have expected, yet it felt so very right, when he paused, to feel herself tingling around the hard warmth of him there.<br/><br/>Silent now, the only sound she made was of her breathing as he moved again, pressing further in; slowly, her body stretched upon the tapered end of him - and then she felt a sharp pressure inside that made her gasp, her fingers clutching at his shoulder and hip.