[He smiles in the crook of her neck, admiring the view even though all he wants is to taste her skin. From this angle, he can see how the towel pushes her breast up slightly, creating a deeper cleavage.
Oliver nearly stops breathing when Cornelia straddles him. It's a real torture to think that she's sitting exactly where he wants her to but that he's unable to touch. A small groan escapes his lips as the princess settles more comfortably in his lap, rubbing against him. His hands move to the lower edges of the towel, clinging there so that he will not wrap his arms around her body and press her ample curves against his chest.
The hands on his shoulders, the soft tickles of her breathe in his ears are enough to send a long shiver down his spine and it nearly breaks his self control. For a moment, Oliver wonders what will happen if he caves in.
He closes his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply before opening them again still whispering in her ear.]
Mmmm...I believe it was yourself, a few moments ago...