"Should I be worried about Signor Benitti's visits?" He asked a note of joking in his voice, his lips quirked in a smirk as he let the hand on her waist stop it's gentle caresses, instead in a spider-crawl, pulling up along the material of her robes.
Ducking his head in, their noses brushing against one another, he pulled away from her lips right before touching, letting instead, his hand on her arse move to parallel his other hand, doing the same with the soft material there. When one side met flesh instead of cloth, one long finger tapped lightly on the skin there, his head ducking to kiss just beside her mouth.