At the back of his loins the fire suddenly darted stronger. Her face was averted, and she was crying blindly, in all the anguish of her generation's forlornness.
He laid his hand on her shoulder, and softly, gently, it began to travel down the curve of her back, blindly, with a blind stroking motion, to the curve of her crouching loins.
And there his hand softly, softly, stroked the curve of her flank, in the blind instinctive caress. And closing his hand softly on her upper arm, he drew her up and led her slowly to the hut, not letting go of her till she was inside.
With a queer obedience, she lay down on the blanket.
Then she felt the soft, groping, helplessly desirous hand touching her body, feeling for her face.
Okay, I know we are still discussing the getting to know you stage of a relationship, but for many, physical intimacy will be a part of that.