I'm All Yours by Vanessa Devereaux

the first official wearing of the dress.
    It fell to the floo r by her feet. Here she stood in the bra, panties, stockings and garter belt in front of a man who less than forty eight hour s ago she’d considered public enemy number one.
    He didn’t say anything but began planting tiny kisses across her collarbone. It tickled , but at the same time was the most erotic thing a man had ever done to her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed all the pleasure he offered her. Kyle lifted up the right strap of her bra a nd set it down on her upper arm while letting his kisses trail over her shoulder.
    Evie took a deep breath as his hand invaded the cup of her bra , and his fingers squeezed her nipple. His attention turned to the other shoulder. First he pulled dow n the strap before lifting her chin up so he could kiss her. She opened her mouth to him, letting his tongue first of all scrape across her lower li p before dueling with her own, and then slowly slipping inside her mouth.
    She wrapped her arms around him, hoping she wasn’t really dreaming. That this wasn’t all one ridiculous fantasy her mind had created about the man who’d once humiliated her . Maybe there was something Freudian about it .
    But no, this was so real , the wa y her heart beat faster, how her pussy pulled and tugged , and there was no mistaking the very huge wet patch in her panti es. Yes, this was real, oh, so real.
    “I think we should take this nice and slow,” said Kyle. “It was wham , bam in the elevator , and while it was great, nice and easy can be satisfying , too.”
    She ran her hands through his thick hair , h er fi ngers almost getting lost in its slight waves.
    “You think we can take it slow?” asked Evie.
    “If we remember something fantastic is waiting at the end, I think we can.”
    Something fantastic . H ow could the orgasm she’d experienced in the elevator ever be topped?
    He reached behind her back again , this time unclasping her bra. He cradled it in his hand after easing it from her body and then let it fall to the ground. She wanted to ask him how he knew her exact size but didn’t want to ruin the moment.
    Evie didn’t know what Kyle was thinking as he stood looking at her breasts. Were they too big, too small, a little saggy ?
    “They’re beautiful,” he finally said.
    Was he able to read her mind?
    “So beautiful that I want to touch them , tease them, kiss them, and yes, hold them.”
    He was a m an of his word. He ran his hands over them, sending sparks of erotic pleasure through out her entire body.
    Teasing . H e knew how to do that , too. He passed his fingers over her nipples, ba rely coming in contact with her now ultra - sensitive skin, but she felt it all the same.
    And kiss them he did. He painstakingly planted kisses over every inch of them, letting his lips linger on her left nipple as he moved on to the “ hold them ” part of his promise.
    He made his way up her chest, her neck , and then her mouth again.
    He might be able to take it slow this time around , but Evie was almost bursting , wanting him inside her. She tugged on his tie, pul ling it half way down his upper belly. She opened up two buttons on his shirt.
    Kyle slapped her hand.
    “Hey, hey, let’s deal with you first.”
    She usually didn’t like bossy guys , but something about that quality in Kyle was a turn - on.
    He surprised Evie by running his hands down her belly and legs and then lowering his body to ward the carpet. He wrapped his arms around the top of her thighs and kissed her navel , which was half covered by the garter belt. He rubbed hi s nose back and forth across its lace.
    She looked down at him, and he up at her. He continued eyeing her as he ran a finger along the edge of the strap on her leg, hooking it underneath to lift it away from her skin.
    With one expert flick it popped open , and then the next one was unclasped just as easily.
    “Turn around,” he said.
    Evie did, but as slowly as she could , hoping th at