"First I want to peel you out of that elegant dress and see every inch of your silky skin - then I want to touch and taste it." His fingers slid up to my ankles and caressed my calves.
Odd how I hadn't thought of my calves as erogenous before.
"After I kiss you all over," he said, "I'll want to spend time admiring those n*****s poking so insistently at the front of your dress. I've been wondering for weeks if they're rose or peach. I can tell they're responsive - I haven't even touched them and they're like pebbles under that silk."
I didn't realize my hands had slipped up to cup my aching breasts through the bodice of my dress until that moment. I'm not large, but he was right - my n*****s were sensitive, and I brushed them with my thumbs.
"Ah, leannan, that's a beautiful sight." His
