He would always be good with his hands. It was something she had grown to appreciate. A trait she often attributed to his being an archer. She turned her head just a little to flick out her tongue against his ear in appreciation before she undid his fly and worked on getting his pants down over his hips.

She sucked in a quiet breath as the bra came loose, her forehead coming to rest against his as she let his pants do the rest of the work and fall to the floor while she moved her arms to let the bra slide down them.

One arm snaked around his neck so she could press her breasts against his chest and initiate a slow, thorough kiss as she drank in the sensation. She slipped her other arm around his waist, her hand travelling down as she gave his ass a gentle squeeze and smiled against his mouth.