Lips meet with hers, his tongue teasingly playing with hers, his fingers on the laces as he deftly moves down, untying and loosening the closure, a softly whispered statement about the other reasons to keep the fingers nimble as the cloth separates enough to be removed.<br/><br/>Amron moves his hands to the bottom of the garment and gently rolls it upward and, despite the desire to see her, his eyes remain fixed on hers, a smile of anticipation of the wonders the night will hold for them on his face.<br/><br/>"Lift your arms dear", he whispers, taking the material over her head when she does, setting it on the floor his hand then move back to her body, running over her back, then her ribs, until at last he gently cups her breasts, only then does he look down to see what she offers, "Even more lovely then I thought", he says quietly.