He slipped his hands under the hem of the sundress, up and over the waistband of her tights, the tops of her thighs and her hip bones, stopping when he reached the binding rope around her middle. He moved his fingers across the bare skin of her tummy, gently pressing into its warm soft curve.
"Your body is beautiful," he murmured.
He moved his hands lower, again on the fabric of her tights, over her hips toward the rise of her pubic bone. "Oh!" she squirmed, "Please!"
'Is he going there?' she asked herself. 'Am I ready to do this? Can I?'
Lucas stopped. "Please? ... Please what?"
Sela felt need rising, her body demanding. "Please ... please ...," she paused. "Sir," she said in a small voice. "Please ... keep.. keep going."
He nodded, satisfied.
She gasped as he moved down toward her
