flutter closed as he plants a kiss on my neck.
“You’ve studied Greek myth,” he notes, raising his head. He looks forward and makes eye contact with my reflection.
My eyes fall to the floor. “I took Latin in high school,” I explain. “Translating myth was part of the gig.”
“What are you studying at university now?” he asks.
“Literature,” I answer. “Or creative writing — I haven’t decided yet.”
“I’m impressed.”
I shake my head. “Don’t be.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, Alice.”
“I’m guessing all your other girls didn’t know the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice?” I ask.
He steps away and I turn to watch him slide his black jacket off and hang it on the back of the door. “I wouldn’t know,” he answers. “I never thought to ask. None of them ever reminded me of it.”
“And why do I remind you of it?”
He takes a deep breath and slowly exhales as he meets my eyes again. “I lost you once,” he says. “And I was scared that if I laid eyes on you again before the time was right, I’d lose you forever.”
“That’s a pretty good line,” I tease.
He smiles. “And for a lesser woman, it would have worked.”
I take a step towards him, then another, and another, until we’re face-to-face. “Don’t sell yourself short, Charles,” I say. I close my eyes and push myself up onto my toes to land a kiss on his lips. He kisses me back slowly as I throw my arms over his shoulders and he embraces me tightly against him to hold me there. I once again allow myself to become lost in the flavor of his kiss.
Charles pulls away, dropping his face, but he keeps a steady hold on my body. “Believe me, Alice…” he whispers. “I want nothing more than to have your body again, but I feel we’d be doing a great disservice to that dress if I disrobe you so quickly.”
My pulse quickens. “Are Faleuro dresses only meant to be worn once?” I ask.
“Perhaps,” he answers. “To some.”
I step back and he releases me. “Do I strike you as the type of woman that wears a beautiful dress only once?” I reach behind me and grip the zipper between my fingers.
“No,” he smiles. “You do not.”
I slowly pull the zipper down my back until it won’t go any further. It sags free about my midsection but remains locked in place around my neck. I grip the halter and pull it over my head, being careful not to bump my hair before pulling it down my face. The blue dress drops to the floor. I pay close attention to his eyes as his gaze wanders my naked body.
“Alice…” he mutters as his tongue taps the roof of his mouth. I can see the desire in his face already.
Before he can reach for me, I lower myself to my knees in front of him. He lays a hand on my head and his strong fingers grip the back of my neck.
After her second night with Ian, Gabby told me about all the ways she learned to please him. In extreme detail. I insisted on the extreme detail.
I reach for his belt and slide it free.
“Alice…” he breathes again, his eyes trained on me from above.
He’s giving me a way out — a chance to stand back up and forget I ever made the move in this direction. But in truth, I’ve thought about this moment since Gabby described it. I remembered all the ways Charles focused on pleasing me during our night together. I want to do the same for him.
I lower my eyes to his groin and continue freeing him. His fingers massage the skin of my neck, twitching with delight as I pull his trousers to the floor, along with his black briefs.
His manhood stands erect with eager love forming on his tip. I lick my lips and take a deep breath as I’m reminded of his impressive size. The fear of inexperience clouds my vision. I blink quickly, pushing aside all seeds of doubt, and open my lips for him. His hand goes stiff against my neck as I slide his shaft into my mouth. I don’t want to seem too eager, so I focus on the tip, slathering it with my saliva while I keep my deeper
“You’ve studied Greek myth,” he notes, raising his head. He looks forward and makes eye contact with my reflection.
My eyes fall to the floor. “I took Latin in high school,” I explain. “Translating myth was part of the gig.”
“What are you studying at university now?” he asks.
“Literature,” I answer. “Or creative writing — I haven’t decided yet.”
“I’m impressed.”
I shake my head. “Don’t be.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, Alice.”
“I’m guessing all your other girls didn’t know the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice?” I ask.
He steps away and I turn to watch him slide his black jacket off and hang it on the back of the door. “I wouldn’t know,” he answers. “I never thought to ask. None of them ever reminded me of it.”
“And why do I remind you of it?”
He takes a deep breath and slowly exhales as he meets my eyes again. “I lost you once,” he says. “And I was scared that if I laid eyes on you again before the time was right, I’d lose you forever.”
“That’s a pretty good line,” I tease.
He smiles. “And for a lesser woman, it would have worked.”
I take a step towards him, then another, and another, until we’re face-to-face. “Don’t sell yourself short, Charles,” I say. I close my eyes and push myself up onto my toes to land a kiss on his lips. He kisses me back slowly as I throw my arms over his shoulders and he embraces me tightly against him to hold me there. I once again allow myself to become lost in the flavor of his kiss.
Charles pulls away, dropping his face, but he keeps a steady hold on my body. “Believe me, Alice…” he whispers. “I want nothing more than to have your body again, but I feel we’d be doing a great disservice to that dress if I disrobe you so quickly.”
My pulse quickens. “Are Faleuro dresses only meant to be worn once?” I ask.
“Perhaps,” he answers. “To some.”
I step back and he releases me. “Do I strike you as the type of woman that wears a beautiful dress only once?” I reach behind me and grip the zipper between my fingers.
“No,” he smiles. “You do not.”
I slowly pull the zipper down my back until it won’t go any further. It sags free about my midsection but remains locked in place around my neck. I grip the halter and pull it over my head, being careful not to bump my hair before pulling it down my face. The blue dress drops to the floor. I pay close attention to his eyes as his gaze wanders my naked body.
“Alice…” he mutters as his tongue taps the roof of his mouth. I can see the desire in his face already.
Before he can reach for me, I lower myself to my knees in front of him. He lays a hand on my head and his strong fingers grip the back of my neck.
After her second night with Ian, Gabby told me about all the ways she learned to please him. In extreme detail. I insisted on the extreme detail.
I reach for his belt and slide it free.
“Alice…” he breathes again, his eyes trained on me from above.
He’s giving me a way out — a chance to stand back up and forget I ever made the move in this direction. But in truth, I’ve thought about this moment since Gabby described it. I remembered all the ways Charles focused on pleasing me during our night together. I want to do the same for him.
I lower my eyes to his groin and continue freeing him. His fingers massage the skin of my neck, twitching with delight as I pull his trousers to the floor, along with his black briefs.
His manhood stands erect with eager love forming on his tip. I lick my lips and take a deep breath as I’m reminded of his impressive size. The fear of inexperience clouds my vision. I blink quickly, pushing aside all seeds of doubt, and open my lips for him. His hand goes stiff against my neck as I slide his shaft into my mouth. I don’t want to seem too eager, so I focus on the tip, slathering it with my saliva while I keep my deeper
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