<div class="floatright">(https://img00.deviantart.net/9350/i/2013/067/7/5/prince_ivan_wolf_by_mad_sama-d5xbtav.jpg)</div>As Poppy worked his tense muscles, her nerves and doubts would be assuaged by his soft grunts and relaxed body language.  The Prince leaned into the firm grip of her hands, the toned, firm feeling of his muscles in some legitimate need of such treatment.  His body, fit and attractive, seemed to have pent up energy that she released with her fingers, letting him seem more at ease--even as his mind was on other things.  Especially as her massage grew more and more... intimate.<br/><br/>Her question was answered by a gentle motion of his arm as he reached up to pull her face down near his, turning her head by the cheek and then giving her a gentle, affectionate kiss.  When she recovered from the surprise he parted his lips away from her with a gentle sound and then, tilting his head, gave her a deeper one, letting her melt into his mouth before he released her.<br/><br/>"It feels wonderful," he finally answered, turning his hand the other way and stroking his knuckles across her round cheek.  He stretched his shoulders out a bit and then let his head rest on her collar, his chin against her pinned up breasts as he continued.  "There's some wine kept under that nightstand... why don't you pour us some glasses so we can<em>both</em>relax?"  He gestured to the piece of furniture by the bed and adjusted himself to let her up.<br/><br/>While she walked, he watched her wide hips swaying with a twinkle in his eye and began unclasping the rest of his clothes.  By the time she turned his silk undershirt was completely unbottoned, hanging off either side with his bare chest and toned abdomen exposed, his belt hanging loose, and a hungry expression in his eyes.  He was like a half unwrapped present.  He beckoned her back over with a finger and a smile, moving his leg across so she could sit in his lap.