When she began to move against him, he could feel the firmness of her breasts against his shoulder and along his wettening skin. Grinning, his hands began to inch their way up along her calves, and further along her thighs and over the firm curvature of her backside, feeling the meat there as he squeezed some.
Whispering in her ear, "Mistress, your body is like a temple and I wish to worship it with your permission."