He enjoyed the view, the way the candles played over the glints of moisture on her inner thigh as she crawled, the way they lit and shadowed the curve of her back and the way her hips sway back and forth.

"Spread your legs. Put your hands behind your back and figure out how to get my cock out of my pants with your mouth," he commanded, his own hands gently pulling her hands off him as he leaned down, one hand coming to her chin as he kissed her deeply before pulling and leaning back.

He looked like he could have been draped into a throne, just the way he was, idly unbuttoning his shirt. It was the least he could help with.