Christine’s POV
Jonathan drops my dress to the floor as we hardly make it to the room, pausing just a moment. I hear his intake of breath as the cool air hits my breasts, as my dress falls to the floor. Jonathan's eyes burn my exposed breasts. I can barely breathe. My n*****s harden to points. Jonathan wets his thumb, rubbing circles on my n*****s, toying with them, turning them into sharp little points. He lowers to his knees and starts removing my silk panties and pulling them down my legs, my body bare to him. He looks up at me. He doesn’t speak at first. He lets his gaze meet mine. I feel unsteady, caught in the gravity of him. My fingers twitch at my sides, restless, trying to calm me down, but my body leans forward slightly without conscious thought. I can’t stop it. I don’t want t
