Another appreciative and approving sound came from Henry as he saw the black lace lingerie that graced Gabriella's lower body. Although part of Henry had come to disapprove of women wearing underclothes that prevented him from simply lifting their skirts to take them, he had definitely developed an appreciation for the design of the finer versions of such trifles. His fingers skimmed the flesh of her lower abdomen, just above the panties and garter belt. "Oh, I like that..." he murmured.
He touched her, every bit of her that he could as the dress rose and was finally discarded. Henry leaned in and covered the swell of her breasts with kisses. "And this, too."
Henry tilted his head back to look up into Gabriella's eyes. "Highest marks on appearance," he told Gabriella, "you are an astonishingly beautiful woman, and your choice in underthings is superb. Now, did you want to conduct your own inspection, or shall I move on to the taste test?"