Even as he gazed into Rose's eyes (and shamelessly upon her dress where it clung to the bosom he so amorously but expertly groped), Luneth was obviously quite from touch of where her dress hem was as it lifted, for he glanced down at just the moment it met her waistline. He smiled, stifled a soft chuckle, and stroked her hair while kissing her upon the lips once more.<br/><br/>He let the chuckle fly as they flipped, but was drowned in a deeply lusty groan as a rise of his hips caused a now rather pronounced and firm bulge in his pants to grind upward against a certain bare bit of Rose. "Well, as I confess I've been imagining her out of it all afternoon, seems a simply formality now," his hands reached upward to give each breast one fond grope, then descended to the skirt hem at her waist. He slid it up, and groaned deeply as it caught on the undercurves of her breasts. He took great and obvious delight in the way they bounced a few times he pulled the material up around them, catching on the peaks for the briefest moment before popping free.<br/><br/>He perched the material upon her collar, then his eyes and hands alike feasted upon the expanse of her upper body. His breath went swift and hot with each caress, cupping, and lingering gaze. "You may cast that sexy black little slip of a thing from your arms...my own are now beyond their reach - and quite,<em>quite</em>preoccupied with what they can reach." He squeezed both her breasts once more, then threw his head back with a groan.<br/><br/>He seemed at once unable to control himself any longer; he grew only firmer against her with each upthrust of his hips, and seemed almost in pain at the stretch of the pants. He threw his hands down her chest, furiously unlacing his pants. Then, with a gleam in his eye, he met Rose's gaze, caught one of her hands, and guided it within the unfurling front of his pants. "As nakedly as I see your beauty...feel its fruits! What desire is wrought for thee!"