Julia straddled Jackson, her skin flush against his as they savored the slow buildup of passion between them. Teasingly running her fingertips up and down Jackson's strong arms, Julia's nipples pebbled at the anticipation of their bodies finally merging. Her silky hair hung in a long curtain, brushing across Jackson's chest and sending shivers down his spine. A soft moan escaped her parted lips, and Julia whispered huskily in his ear, "Are you ready for me to ride you? To feel our bodies become one?" "It's called dance," she answered, "to feel our bodies become one with the music and each other."
