After kissing along his collarbones, with a secret smile at the arch of his neck, she leaned into his hands and began to unlace his breeches.
He pushed his hips into her hands and lifted up his lower body to help her, his own hands eagerly roaming her upper torso, palms cupping and gently massaging at her breasts.
She moaned, soft and wanting, and dragged his breeches off before pushing him back onto the bed. With the same reverent attitude she went back to kissing him, all along his chest, slow and breathless.