Cynthia's hands flew down the front of Caius's shirt and it fell open. For a second, he thought she might have ripped it open but she had just undone his buttons too fast for his eyes to follow.
Cynthia dipped her head then to press her lips against his skin, peppering it with kisses before she went back up to kiss his shoulder which she also exposed. She even sucked on his skin quite a bit before pulling back only a little so she could stare back into Caius's eyes.
He met her stare and then lunged forward to claim her lips. Cynthia lifted her other leg and wrapped it around Caius's waist at which point he had both his hands grabbing her ass to both keep her up his body and also feel the wonder of it.
He stroked his fingers—mostly his thumb—across the silky material that was keeping him away from direct contact with Cynthia's skin. At first, he didn't mind, and then he did and lifted her gown to slip his hands underneath it.
