His chest heaves with a rugged breath as he holds the towel up form me. I step into it, lean back against his strong body as he wraps it around me.
His lips on my neck feel like flame licks, the precursor of something a lot more destructive. I sigh as his hand traces the path down my belly stopping just above my Venus mound.
"Get ready now," he whispers and shoves me away gently. I can't stifle an annoyed groan. "We'll be late as it is," he adds.
So I don't protest, just walk out of the bathroom, each step I take intensifying the need for him to still be touching me.
The dress he got me is a sleek, shiny black thing that reaches down below my ankles. The top part has a built in bra, which lifts my breasts up, revealing just enough cleavage to be sexy but not slutty. On a whim, I decide
