There were definitely a lot more layers to her clothes than he was used to, and coupled with how eager she was herself, it made things a little more difficult on him when it came to keeping up. When she caught his mouth in a kiss, he returned it, letting out a muffled moan when her hand found its way into his pants, rather than take them off.

His fingers curled tightly on her back, his hips shifting towards her touch, his hands scrambling to find whatever knots or hooks kept her bustier in place. There was something to be said about keeping his focus when she had her hand busy down his pants, but he managed somehow, breaking the kiss for a brief moment so he could do away with her more complex garment.