Well then.

[He enjoyed the view for as long as he was able until his pants slipped down around his thighs. His hands moved to her waist, sliding up along it as he cupped her breasts, thumbs moving over the front and over her nipples.]

No complaints here.

[An extra shimmy of his hips and the pants dropped to the ground.]

I'll admit, I'm not sure if I want to bury my face in your cleavage or between your thighs first.