Pulling his clothing from him was a slow, loving process, although there was a growing sense of urgency within her which she chose to ignore.  Seeing the smooth definition of his muscles unfettered by clothing never failed to thrill her, and she couldn't help but run her fingertips over him as he was exposed to her view.  Her gaze followed her hands, and she didn't realize that her lips were parted, her breathing erratic.  She would have taken the time to neatly fold his clothes for him but he didn't give her a chance before slipping behind her.<br/><br/>As he removed her clothing her eyes drifted closed in anticipation of his touch, a shudder running through her as he pressed himself against her.  Bringing her arms up she reached back and buried her hands in his silken hair, undulating against him, a soft, sighing moan escaping her as the globes of her ass brushed across his groin.