She holds his eyes as she undoes the rest of the dress, letting it pool at her feet. Slender, but strong, curved in all the right places. She lets him look as she reaches for the oil in the table by the bed. The candles flicker, dimming just a bit. Not dark but subtler shadows dance around the room. She crawls onto the bed, lips meeting his in a brief kiss before they stray to his shoulder, tongue flicking as she makes her way down his spine, then back up.

She smiles again as she straddles his ass, the heat of his skin searing into her wetness, making her eyes close for a moment. Then she focuses.

Warm oil in her hands, then lightly on his back. Her touches are sensual, meant to arouse as much as relax, sliding over his muscles. A faint, spicy yet sweet smell, like cloves and vanilla fills the air. She leans down, her tongue sliding over his spine again, soft kisses where her hands move, the oil heating even more at the touch of her mouth. Her movements are slow, sensual, tightly controlled as she tries to soften the urgency before heating it up again.