Josephine smiled, catching her breath as he drew his lips away from hers and towards her ear. Then down along her neck, nipping, licking, kissing. Each little thing he did set her nerves on fire, and she couldn't help but moan softly. His hands roamed as well, and his touch was equally as electrifying; even if it was not against her bare skin most of the time. She soon enough realized why some may prefer remaining as they are from their baths, as the fabric was quite annoying. After all, it was the only thing holding Raoul back from being able to touch her truly, to feel her skin, to keep her body hidden out of his sight. One of her hands traced patterns along his chest, the other running up and down the length of his spine, nice and slow.