He would smile lightly at the beautiful view she granted him. His eyes were affixed to her as she undid several of the ties in her gown. He was imprinting the view of her magnificent bust and the sound of her voice in his mind. As she sighed and leaned against the wall of the archway he would run his right hand up and under the gown to blindly explore her soft lower body. The thigh was caressed and he runs his fingertips along the curve of her behind. He pressed himself up to her to hide their actions as best as he could as his free hand would fish his erection out of his silent pants. He trusted her to help guide him into her since he was occupied. His left hand cupped one of her supple breasts squeezing them with calloused and rough hands, his fingertips pulling upon those hardened nipples with fervor. His lips pressed to her own the hunger within reaching a breaking point. She was the drug he was unwilling to let go of and as such his tongue runs along her soft lips seeking access to her own.