After long moments of kisses exchanged, she slipped to her feet, taking his hands. Before he could protest she was drawing him to his bedroom and down to the bed. She blew out all the candles but two, on the far side of the room, and came back to stand between his knees and kiss him again. Slowly, in a fashion that made the motions reverent instead of erotic, she unlaced her gown, pushing it off her shoulders to pool at her feet.
He blinked with a slow bewilderment, but nevertheless, he allowed her to take his hands and lead him to the bedroom, to where he found himself perched precariously at the foot of the bed, watching her with impossibly wide eyes. Arching up into the kiss, he traced the seam of her mouth with his tongue, but suddenly she was moving back and undressing, his eyes adoringly taking in each inch of revealed skin.
Silently, holding his gaze, she took his hands again, pulling them to clasp around her bare hips. She put her hands to his face, stroking along his cheekbones and running fingers into his hair again.