"This is no dream, milady, just truth, and honest passion. It feels like a dream because it feels right. and so few things feel so right as this."
His eyes on hers, he trails his hands across her body, slow and easy, exploring a little. Not the eager groping of a young man, but the experienced and warm touching of someone looking to know what feels good to another.
Across the back, and over her ass, his hands wander, caressing, gently touching, and over her hips, then up her belly toward her breasts, to gently stroke the undersides of them, through her clothing, eyes still on hers.