Another broad grin, her hands roaming his body for a moment before she lifts her hips, and helps him by shimmying out of them. Pale coloured panties to match her bra, nothing frilly. Another wash of scent, honeyed musk this time.

There is a flurry of movement as he flutters her feet to get rid of them, her hands pressing against his chest for balance, before she lays back again, anticipation and heat shimmering on her skin. She looks up at him, biting her lower lip, waiting for him.