God, he loved the effect he was having on her. She'd always talked about how powerless she would be to him if he only asked, but he had considered it an exaggeration. Just the sort of things women said to sound submissive and agreeable, but now he was actually putting it to the test he could see that it wasn't that at all. He really did have an unbelievable hold over her. It was thrilling.
She whimpered. She actually whimpered, and it made a devilish smile spread across his lips. Oh, this was dangerous and dizzying. Now things were very uneven. He had an unbuttoned waistcoat, and she was standing in front of him willingly, eagerly, baring all almost as if awaiting his approval. And he made a bit of a show of examining her - not the underwear so much, but her. He did notice that she was very smooth, and there wasn't body hair where he would expect to find it. Curious.
Stockings were familiar, the panties were not, but she was right that they didn't look overly complicated or intimidating. The coat clicked to the floor, and he moved closer again. His hand lifted to her chin, and his thumb gently freed that lip from her teeth. "Hey. You're beautiful," he told her softly, before catching her lips in another soft but sure kiss. His arms wrapped around her, fingers dancing over bare skin and enjoying the way he could feel it prickling and shivering under his every touch. In the back of his mind, he was thinking that he really needed to find something for her to lean against. The billiard table, perhaps. It seemed pretty sturdy.