[In the dress she wears, there's little preventing his hand from slipping beneath the low-neck fabric and taking her bare breast into hand, palm forming a warm cup over it as he rubs, fondling the soft give of flesh. He does the same to the other, denying nothing as callused fingers pinch at a pale nipple until it flushes pink and hardens against his touch. He feels intoxicated from this alone, breathing a little more ragged against the back of her neck until she reaches to guide his hand elsewhere.

With how aroused he is, he almost wants to just — hike the dress up at its lower hem and fuck her that way. But that would disallow him the view of her naked body, curves belying the lean fitness of muscle from her life's work. So he tabs that zipper down her back, the noise loud in the quiet hotel room.]

You're so beautiful. Do I say it enough? [A teasing question kissed against her skin as he eases the dress down long legs, fingers gone briefly before they return to hook into the band of silk panties and get rid of those too.] I could devour you like this, and I don't think it would sate that appetite even a little.

[Tyki's voice is noticeably rougher than its usual timber, hand finding its way back between her legs to drag into that wetness, rubbing, spreading velvet-soft folds as two fingers slip in. Against her backside, she'll feel how hard his cock is now, constrained only by the fabric of slacks.]

I must be... ah, one of the lucky ones, to see you like this.