"Yes." My voice was hoarse, breathless with need.
She smiled then, her eyes glittering with a fierce and hungry light. She drew back slowly, her eyes lingering on my curves as she pulled my dress over my head. I felt the air cool on my skin as I stood bare before her, and she licked her lips, her tongue slipping out to trace over them.
"You're beautiful," she murmured. Her fingers drifted over my breasts, tracing light circles around my nipples, and I shivered as they stiffened beneath her touch.
She lowered her mouth to capture one nipple between her lips, sucking gently at the sensitive flesh.
I whimpered, my hands reaching up to tangle in her hair as she flicked her tongue back and forth. The sensation was maddening, making my breath quicken in my chest.
I felt her hand slip down my belly, her fingertips tracing over the curve of my hip, the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
