Her nipples tightened even more, and her panties grew damp. The man could make her wet with only words and the briefest of kisses. Whatever kind of magic this was, she wanted more of it. They kissed until she forgot everything but his kisses. When she came up for air, he smiled at her.
“Turn around.”
The command, spoken in just that tone of voice and coupled with the way he was looking at her, made her weak in the knees. Smiling, she complied, turning slowly, silently, feeling his gaze on her as she moved. When her back was to him she stopped.
His fingers lifted her hair, and his breath on her neck made goose bumps form. She shivered with need.
Then he kissed the back of her neck, and her breath caught again. His lips continued the exploration of her back, raining kisses across her bare skin.
He unzipped the back of her dress and kissed her neck, just below her ear
“Mm,” she murmured, savoring the sensations.
His hands gripped her waist, and he turned her slowly on her heels.
Standing before him, facing him, she looked into his brown eyes, which, now darkened with desire, gazed back at her.
“You may have to peel me out of this,” she said.
“With pleasure.” His tone and his words made her dampen her panties even more. His hands slid from her waist up her rib cage, and then to the neckline of her dress, which exposed her cleavage. His index fingers traced the line of skin where the dress stopped. Just near enough to make her breathing change but not near enough to touch her nipples.
“I’ve been wanting to unwrap you all night, anticipating it like a boy at Christmas.”
She bit her lip. “I hope you like what you find.”
He smiled a deep smile. “I’m sure I will.”
He began to tug at the dress, and soon it was in a puddle on the floor around her ankles.
She remained standing in bra, half-slip and panties.
He knelt and placed a kiss on her abdomen just above the elastic waistband of her slip. Her belly pulled in slightly with her gasp. His lips tickled just enough.
Then he looped his fingers into the elastic waist and pulled it straight down.
She held her breath.
This was the moment when he’d tell her she was wearing granny panties and ought to show more skin.
Instead, he breathed in and out and leaned closer to her, his eyes closing as he said, “Your scent, your arousal is intoxicating.”
From that moment, her worry was banished and she felt nothing but heat. Heat from his warm breath across the dampened panties and her skin, heat spiraling slowly throughout her body.
Then he stood again, and taking her chin in his hand, he kissed her, long and deep.
Lost in the kiss, Christie forgot how to think. When he pulled away, looking deep into her eyes, he smiled.
She smiled back in a happy daze.
“Time to unwrap your breasts,” he said.
“Yes,” she breathed, then held her breath.
He reached around her and dropped a kiss on her shoulder. Unhooking her bra, he pulled it away and stepped back, then tossed it onto the floor.
Her breasts, freed, fell slightly, the weight of them pulling them down, as her nipples rose slightly, harder than ever.
He stood drinking her in with his gaze, his smile growing. “Beautiful,” he said.
