His shirt followed hers as it was tossed to the side, then his arms were back around her. Both hands running up her back to grip her shoulders and pull at her, arching her back and bringing her breasts closer to his mouth. Remy pushed her back down again, his legs shifting to settle between hers so she straddled his waist.
Remy decided to forgo a spoken answer as his lips kissed their way down the valley between her breasts and his teeth undid her the snap of her bra with a practiced twist that left her skin exposed to the elements. He lifted his head to gaze in appreciation while the skin of his arms touching the duster began charging it once more, "Maintenant c'est un spectacle qui est très magnifique."