He murmurs appreciatively at the texture of her skin as he works down her lower back, tossing her towel aside, and then his own after a while.  She can feel he's discarded it when he straddles her thighs, continuing to knead his fingers into her muscles, his hands seeming everywhere at once.  After a few minutes, he leans down, brushes aside her hair, and begins planting kisses down the back of her neck, adding the caress of his lips and hot breath to the sensation of his hands touching her.