Well, her breast were very... very (amazing, beautiful, practically perfect--) nice, but they weren't all he liked about her. Far from it...

If it was just her physical appearance, this wouldn't be happening at all.

At each of her touches, she pulled sounds from him-- groans, sighs, hitched breath-- despite his attempts, he was unable to silence himself. And lord knows he was shivering from each stroke of her hand. In returned, he buried his face between her breasts, hands rubbing, massaging, gently rolling her nipples between his forefinger and thumb...

But her whisper made him shudder, thinking... about so many things they could do...

"I-I... wouldn't know where to start, there's a lotta choice, but..."

One hand let go of a breast, sliding down along her stomach... to rest just above her mound, staring up at her.

"... I'd return the favour."