Well-versed in how to entice him, Kit let out a breath as his eyelids fluttered closed at the teasing brush to his front. Nevenka's scent and her warmth only added to the sensation, the blood in his system from the evening before responding accordingly, if a little slowly.
As she turned to face him, Kit was unable to stop his gaze from wandering across Nevenka's newly exposed body, the folds of her dress having parted to frame her delectable figure. "I know," he muttered, a little smugly, as his fingers carefully peeled away the material until he was able to drop it to the floor. Catching her eye, Kit leaned down and buried his face in her neck once again, hands running across her hips before hooking under her thighs. With no effort at all, he lifted her up just as his lips arched to meet her own, the new position giving them equal footing to better engage in such activities.