I shudder as his grip on my arms finally loosens.
My arms drop slowly to my sides as I take a step forward and turn around to face him. Reaching behind myself, I unzip my skirt and slowly push the fabric down the sides of my thighs. I stare at his face as he watches me. His jaw is clenched as his eyes follow the fabric down the supple skin of my legs.
He swallows thickly as I step out of the skirt and kick it to the side. Crossing my arms at my waist, I then bring my sweater up my ribcage and above my head. I keep my movements slow, giving him a bit of a show – not so much to be a tease but not so little as to rob him of the pleasure of watching me. I hold back a smirk as I watch him revel my nearly-bare body, my modesty covered only by a bra and underwear.
I reach behind myself to uncl
