The sound of her dress ripping in his hands made him wild. Her creamy skin was finally bare to his view.
She had been sweating, he noticed.
He bent and licked a bead of sweat that made to trickle down her breasts.
She arched back as his mouth grazed her skin.
He was near his limit. Fantasizing about having her beneath him never prepared him for the reality of how intoxicating she was.
To his surprise, she helped him pull the gown down to her waist.
Her chemise stood between him and her luscious breasts.
As if sensing his intention, she held up her hand to stop him.
Then, she started loosening the laces that held the thin fabric at her shoulders.
As each strap fell apart, he let out a low, almost inaudible groan.
She tensed slightly when his arousal pressed against her abdomen.
Alas, her breasts were bare to his view. They were just as he imagined - perfectly round, firm and supple. And they fitted his hands perfectly.
