He flares his wings to get them out of the way as he lays back on the bed, moving his body and pulling her along with him to get them closer to the center (not like it is entirely needed, as this bed is plenty big enough for the both of them) of the bed.

"Will touch all that I can reach," he promises.

Which he does, slipping his hands under the silk to stroke over her bare skin - this is an entirely different sensation - feeling the curves of her hips, her waist, the gentle planes of her stomach and ribs, the swell of her breasts.

"My hands are not nearly as smooth as that silk," he adds, leaning up to press a flurry of kisses to her lower jaw. "But I think you do not mind."