With encouragement in the form of his mouth at her throat--nearly as nice as at her breast, frankly--she squeezes his ass. Every inch of him is finely wrought, slim and firm beneath her touch. It makes exploring his body a reward in itself, even with the added benefit of his kisses.

"I think," she eventually murmurs, when having his hips pressed hard against hers start to feel like it isn't enough of him, even with his fingers creeping down over her skin, "you're overdressed for this."

So is she, for that matter, but first things first. Her fingers seem clumsy suddenly, fumbling with the fastenings of his pants, but she does manage them after a moment, and with a glance at his face, starts pushing the cloth down his hips.