She gasped when she felt his lips on her neck, her eyes closed, and she relished the feeling of his hands touching her while oh so slowly removing her gown. A princess in a fairy tale; but this was better. This was so much better, and her hands touched his chest, tracing the intricate details and embedding them into her mind- she had an image of what he must have looked like under those layers of clothes he always wore, but this was different, better, and she didn't want to forget this one.
Her hands slid from his chest to his arms, pausing his effort to disrobe her, and completely removed his shirt, sliding her hands up again, and slowly undoing his tie, letting the articles of clothing fall where they stood.