She'll show him something new then, guiding his hands to her hips. She's feeling languid, more than a little tipsy as she moves against him, feeling the music, moving like fire and oil.

Her chest brushes against his and then pulls away, trusting him to hold her weight as she arches her back, her head falling back. There's a low moan in the back of her throat as the move presses her hips tight against his.