He was sitting on the bed as she walked into the room. She had changed into a sheer, floor-length nightgown, through the gauzy material it was obvious that she wore neither bra nor underwear, her nipples were pressing against the fabric. He stood and went to her.
"Youβre beautiful, baby, just beautiful." With that he kissed her, a gentle brushing of each other's lips. She reached up and laid her hand against his cheek.
"You too, love." And she pulled his mouth back to hers in a kiss that was no longer gentle but passionate, filled with need that demanded the same, and more, in return. Always ready to please her, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, placed his hands on her ass and pulled her against him. As their nether regions met she let out a helpless moan. He could stand it no longer, shifting his hands he lifted her in his arms. She kissed his neck, nibbling just below his ear, as he carried her to the bed.
Laying her down, he stood, watching as she writhed excitedly on the bed. Then with a sound that was part moan, part growl, he lay down next to her, his lips searching for hers, his hands searching for the perfect breasts he knew were concealed by the thin material of her gown. He rubbed her erect nipples through the fabric and was rewarded with a quiet moan. Wanting to feel her soft flesh beneath his hands, he reached for the hem of her garment and lifted it higher and higher; exposing first delicate ankles, then a pair of long legs, her hips and off it came. She raised her arms and lifted her body, arching her back slightly to help him. He glanced down while she was still arched, her breasts were reaching for the sky, her nipples like rosy thimbles.