He groaned into the kiss as well, hungry and deep in the way he kissed her now. He was as proficient in taking off her bra and girdle as he had been with the stockings or her panties, thankful for years of practice with his own shapewear and with removing Hild's undergarments the few times he'd gotten the opportunity. It made things go smoothly; no fumbling about.

He skated his fingers across her skin gently, tracing her hips and the tops of her thighs, inward to the very small bit of softness on her belly and then up, slowly, across her stomach. All of her was graceful and wonderful to touch. He paused his hands at her ribs, splaying his fingers wide just under the swell of both breasts, before he scooped his fingers gently upward, feeling the weight of them in his palms.

He moaned, softly, against her mouth, then laughed at his own rapture. "Shall I go back where I was, Adaline?"