objection, he continued
to push his hands higher until they touched the band of her
stocking. Ever so slowly, he began to roll her right stocking down
her leg.
The slide of the silk against her leg and the
brush of his callused fingers sent shivers coursing through her
body. Her nipples were puckered so tight and her breasts ached so
badly that she wanted to cup them in her hands to try to ease them.
Her feminine muscles pulsed in a primal rhythm, demanding she do
something to end their torment. She bit her bottom lip to keep from
crying out as he slipped the stocking off her foot and tossed it
aside.
Then he did the same with the other one.
Lily had never realized that the simple act
of removing one’s clothing could be such a sensual experience. With
Carson it was foreplay. She was still decently covered in her
dress, yet she felt as though he’d stripped her bare.
When her stockings were gone, he ran his
fingers up and down her bare legs from her ankles to her thighs.
The heat of his hands soaked into her skin as he moved agonizingly
close to her sex but never quite touched it.
“What about your dress?”
Once again, he reminded her that she was in
charge. The thought of his hands roaming over her stomach and
breasts sent a fresh trickle of cream seeping from her core. “Yes.”
She reached for the buttons in the front, but he stayed her
hands.
“Let me.” There was anticipation in his eyes,
and heat. So much so that Lily’s insides began to quiver.
She let her hands drop back to her sides and
allowed him to do what he would. The backs of his hands brushed
against her swollen nipples as he reached for the buttons. Whether
it was by accident or on purpose, she couldn’t be sure, but it sent
bolts of heat flashing through her.
By the time he had the buttons undone, her
breathing was ragged. Her body was wound so incredibly tight that
it wouldn’t take much to make her come undone. Carson slid his
hands under the fabric and slowly slid it down her arms. The
material pooled at her waist, leaving her clad in only her white
cotton bra.
“Beautiful.” She’d long since passed the
stage in her life when she was concerned about her less-than-ample
breasts. Still, it was gratifying that Carson seemed so enthralled
with them.
He traced the edge of her bra with his
fingertips and her breasts swelled. They ached for his touch. She
also wanted to touch him in return. She’d seen his upper body
unclothed but she’d never stroked his bare skin. “Take off your
shirt.” Her voice no longer sounded like it belonged to her. It was
husky and deep, seductive.
Carson reared back, yanked his shirt over his
head and tossed it aside. Lily reached out and sank her fingers
into his firm, muscular shoulders before letting them skim down his
chest. His torso was all sculpted power and sinew, a testament to
his years of hard physical labor. The muscles rippled beneath her
palm as she stroked him.
Carson shifted closer, making a place for
himself between her spread thighs. He cupped her breasts in his
hands, and Lily’s toes curled when he traced her nipples through
the thin fabric of her bra.
“I want to stroke your body from head to toe
with rose petals.” He lifted his hands from her body and slowly
stood, letting her hands slide down his torso. “Let’s get this
dress off and settle you on the bed.”
Lily stood, allowing her dress to slide down
her hips and pool around her ankles. Clad only in her bra and
panties, she should have felt self-conscious, but didn’t. Carson
watched her intently, his gaze following her every move. Lily felt
voluptuous and ripe, which was strange considering she was slender
and not well-endowed. It had to do with the way he looked at her,
his eyes almost feverish with need.
She scooted to the center of the bed and
reclined against her pillows. The air was warm and brushed against
her skin like a caress. The comforter beneath her was soft and
inviting.
Carson bent down and tugged at
to push his hands higher until they touched the band of her
stocking. Ever so slowly, he began to roll her right stocking down
her leg.
The slide of the silk against her leg and the
brush of his callused fingers sent shivers coursing through her
body. Her nipples were puckered so tight and her breasts ached so
badly that she wanted to cup them in her hands to try to ease them.
Her feminine muscles pulsed in a primal rhythm, demanding she do
something to end their torment. She bit her bottom lip to keep from
crying out as he slipped the stocking off her foot and tossed it
aside.
Then he did the same with the other one.
Lily had never realized that the simple act
of removing one’s clothing could be such a sensual experience. With
Carson it was foreplay. She was still decently covered in her
dress, yet she felt as though he’d stripped her bare.
When her stockings were gone, he ran his
fingers up and down her bare legs from her ankles to her thighs.
The heat of his hands soaked into her skin as he moved agonizingly
close to her sex but never quite touched it.
“What about your dress?”
Once again, he reminded her that she was in
charge. The thought of his hands roaming over her stomach and
breasts sent a fresh trickle of cream seeping from her core. “Yes.”
She reached for the buttons in the front, but he stayed her
hands.
“Let me.” There was anticipation in his eyes,
and heat. So much so that Lily’s insides began to quiver.
She let her hands drop back to her sides and
allowed him to do what he would. The backs of his hands brushed
against her swollen nipples as he reached for the buttons. Whether
it was by accident or on purpose, she couldn’t be sure, but it sent
bolts of heat flashing through her.
By the time he had the buttons undone, her
breathing was ragged. Her body was wound so incredibly tight that
it wouldn’t take much to make her come undone. Carson slid his
hands under the fabric and slowly slid it down her arms. The
material pooled at her waist, leaving her clad in only her white
cotton bra.
“Beautiful.” She’d long since passed the
stage in her life when she was concerned about her less-than-ample
breasts. Still, it was gratifying that Carson seemed so enthralled
with them.
He traced the edge of her bra with his
fingertips and her breasts swelled. They ached for his touch. She
also wanted to touch him in return. She’d seen his upper body
unclothed but she’d never stroked his bare skin. “Take off your
shirt.” Her voice no longer sounded like it belonged to her. It was
husky and deep, seductive.
Carson reared back, yanked his shirt over his
head and tossed it aside. Lily reached out and sank her fingers
into his firm, muscular shoulders before letting them skim down his
chest. His torso was all sculpted power and sinew, a testament to
his years of hard physical labor. The muscles rippled beneath her
palm as she stroked him.
Carson shifted closer, making a place for
himself between her spread thighs. He cupped her breasts in his
hands, and Lily’s toes curled when he traced her nipples through
the thin fabric of her bra.
“I want to stroke your body from head to toe
with rose petals.” He lifted his hands from her body and slowly
stood, letting her hands slide down his torso. “Let’s get this
dress off and settle you on the bed.”
Lily stood, allowing her dress to slide down
her hips and pool around her ankles. Clad only in her bra and
panties, she should have felt self-conscious, but didn’t. Carson
watched her intently, his gaze following her every move. Lily felt
voluptuous and ripe, which was strange considering she was slender
and not well-endowed. It had to do with the way he looked at her,
his eyes almost feverish with need.
She scooted to the center of the bed and
reclined against her pillows. The air was warm and brushed against
her skin like a caress. The comforter beneath her was soft and
inviting.
Carson bent down and tugged at
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