He’s becoming aroused too….
Stroking my neck and collarbone, his fingertips trail lower as he drifts towards my cleavage. There is the lightest of touches as he kisses and mouths the delicate skin at the top of my breasts, his hair tickling against my face as he does so.
As my breathing increases, he moves behind me, his hands sliding to the top fastening of my dress; a small button which he slips free before moving downward. With a slow clicking, the zip of my dress is lowered. His breath warm on my neck, the zipper clicks, descending a single tooth at a time, and as the dress opens from the top down, the heat of his breathing follows.
The zipper lowering, his mouth opens over the revealed skin. It shouldn’t feel so hot, but to my heightened senses, the wetness of his mouth scalds over
