At last, a hand creeps behind my back and unclasps my bra, slips it over my arms and tosses it to the floor. Relieved that at least my torso is naked now, I let a small gasp escape my lips. These pants I’m wearing need to come off as quickly as possible though. I push myself up and flip Giselle over to assert the top part of my personality, but she stops me.
“Let me,” she says gently, as if stating the natural laws of this new universe we’ve entered.
With a tender touch she eases me back down onto the mattress and lets her eyes dance across my chest. Her scanning glance equals a hundred unbearably light touches on my skin and I’m beginning to believe in the possibility of a purely cerebral orgasm.
Giselle’s hair frames her face and catches the light of a street lamp outside. She beams m
