He let go her hands and lifted her
dress. His hands were warm against her tummy.
But she shivered all the same. He
kissed her softly on the lips then without pausing, moved his mouth over the
soft down on her chin to her neck. Her
whole body was electric to his touch.
The shock from his warm lips flowed across her torso to her nipples and
her groin. His kisses became more
intent. In a moment he was kissing her
again on her mouth, and his tongue was tangled with hers.
“Turn round,” he whispered.
She obeyed. She could feel his fingers undoing the hooks
on the back. And then, the late night
chill startling against her skin, her dress was over her head and puddled on
the floor. His mouth was against her
buttock, and he bit her gently. His
finger hooked under the strap of her thong and he pulled it down. He bit the other buttock, a little harder
this time.
Esmé had never been so
aroused. She knew love, she had thought. She had been used as an object by her
dad. But this! It was intensely erotic, and supremely tender. She didn’t know what she wanted him to do
with her. But waiting for him to do it
was unendurable.
He kissed her neck. He took her hand and tugged her over to the
bed.
He nipped gently at her breasts
and then traced a line of fire with his tongue down her torso to her groin. In
a moment she felt his tongue stroking her within the folds of her body. Heat washed through her.
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