His fingers, soft and light, touched her body, as if designing the curves himself, smoothing along the gentle slope of her hips, rising along her hour-glass waist, tracing the barely there ribs each with a meticulous pressure and airy grace. She was a work of art.
Letting his lips press against her chest, right above the swell of her breast, and then another, another soft touch to her shoulder, his hands sliding to the mattress below her holding himself almost against and yet with a spacing between them that was almost erotic, relishing her taste of sweet salty skin.
He gave a small half grin, eyes closing as he chuckled lightly, ending in a deep keen of sorts as she nipped at his ear. Turning his head, feeling her lips brush his cheek he took her smooth lips with his, the right hand rising to press softly with gentle finger tips to her temple, eyes closing once more to touch tongue to tongue, running his entire body, skin to skin, along hers.