Alice moaned softly, embarrassed immediately by the sound that had escaped her. She bit her lip, but her eyes fluttered closed as his hands considered running up and down her body. His shirt was gone now, and she could feel his hard chest beneath her hands. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. To be allowed to touch him like this, to allow him to touch her like that, was so intimate. If this was what she could feel for the rest of her life, she'd snatch at the chance. But she had only this night. And she would make the best of it, even if she became pregnant. 

Wanting to be even closer than him, so that she wouldn't have to twist around - she did the unthinkable (at least, in her society). Breaking apart from him for a moment, she slid her one leg across to the other side of his lap - sitting astride. And when she crashed into him again, her arms wrapped around his neck and twisted into the hair at the back of his head. They were pressed together now, chest to chest. The heat from his chest was on hers, and she gasped again at his ministrations and the words in her ear. Such unthinkable ideas, so sinful and attractive in this moment. She could feel now that he wanted her; the thought was frightening and exciting. But the fire in her stomach told her that it was right, that if she didn't take this chance she'd regret it. He was driving her completely crazy, and she couldn't claim herself to be a lady anymore. 

Alice knew now - she wanted it, she needed it. And he wasn't going to stop her now.