He had taken the hairbrush out of her hands.
"Allow me."
Slowly, sinuously he had run the brush through her long locks. With half closed eyes she watched in the mirror as his expression echoed the same passion as in her own.
Silently stripping off clothing they made love on the bench. Tenderly exploring her neck and breasts with his tongue, his mouth made way back to her parted lips in urgent need as she impaled herself on his length. His hands guided her hips down on him harder and harder until passions fulfilled, muffed groans caught by a kiss.