Not bad for a guy working solely on instinct, if he did say so himself. So far so good, she wasn't pushing him off or telling him he was messing up. The fear was still there, but he did his best to swallow it or ignore it. Which was easy when his brain wasn't exactly the one in the driver's seat at the moment.

She would have to wait a little while longer, as he kissed his way to her collar, a strong hand worked its way behind her and up the small of her back between her wings. There, it found the zipper that bound her outfit, and carefully lowered it slowly. Perhaps there was something in him that still wanted to give her a chance to stop him, as much as he didn't think she wanted to stop, and as much as he really didn't want to. As the zipper went down, his other hand slipped his fingers into the top of her heart-shaped bustier, and drew it down to bare her to him.