"Not as beautiful as the woman standing in front of me right now", he wraps an arm around her waist, his lips nuzzling into the side of her neck. His hand creeps down from her waist, down her hips and thighs before finding the edge of her skirt. She hums with desire as his fingers dance on the soft skin of her thighs, delicately teasing, never moving higher. "I’ll never forget the first time you let me taste right here", his fingers moving just slightly upwards. "Or here", his fingers inched higher every time he mutters the word here. 