“I love you today,” I whispered to the creamy flesh of the tops of her breasts, my hands coming to the laces at the back of the dress, pulling them slowly. “I’ll love you even more tomorrow.” I nibbled her ear as the dress began to gape away from her perfect breasts.
I lifted her easily, setting her on the counter, and began peeling the dress down with slow, measured movements, letting it puddle at her waist. She wore a matching blue corset underneath, her breasts high and needy, pressing against the lacy fabric and begging for my touch, my tongue.
Letting my finger trail down, I traced the edge of the fabric, reveling in the feel of her silky-smooth perfection.
“I will love you every day, every minute, every second of eternity.”
She gasped, and I let both hands come forward, cupping h
