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I brought her to my door and then drew her inside with me. I dropped her shoes and turned the lock, the mechanism sliding into its place a symbolic gesture. There was no turning back now. We were doing this.
“Step into the middle,” I told her. “I want to be able to see every inch of you in the light.”
So we begin.
She went forward slowly as I’d asked, standing calmly, and waiting for my lead.
Fucking perfection.
I was behind her in two steps. Close. Inhaling her scent, my lips hovering over her neck.
My fingers found the zip of her dress and took it down.
My palms moved under the fabric to her bare shoulders so I could push the sleeves over and off.
My hands swept down the length of her arms all the way to find her fingers so I could intertwine them with mine.
Her dress slid down to the floor to land in a puddle around our feet.
I lifted her arms above her head and spun her around to face me.
My eyes swept over her and took in her exquisite feminine beauty. Long legs attached to a slim waist with hips generous enough for my hands to grip when my cock was driving into her. And gorgeous tits. I still hadn’t seen them yet. Right now they were encased in a lavender lace bra but I knew they were magnificent. I had to fight to keep myself from ripping those bits of lace off her. Patience, you have her all night.
I released her hands from over her head and brought her arms down to rest at her sides. I stepped back just a bit, even though it was hard to move away from her. I needed a better view for what was coming next.
“Take off the rest.” My words had an edge now. I couldn’t help it. The instant we’d stepped in here together and locked the door behind us, everything changed.
I understood. She understood. We found our roles and slipped into our places. The ambiance of we’re-about-to-fuck swirled around us in the room.
Gabrielle reached around her back with delicate hands and found the hooks of her bra. She released them in succession—one, two, three—small clicks I heard clearly in the otherwise silence of my bedroom. She raised and then rolled her shoulders forward until the straps slid down her arms. She held that position for a moment, as I held my breath, for one last second of modesty before letting the lavender lace drop away to land atop her dress already on the floor.
I stood there gaping at perfection. I knew I’d never have my fill of looking at her breasts. The most beautiful pair I think I’d ever seen in my life. Honest to God, straight-up truth. They were full but not heavy, completely round with lush soft tips, and certified, one-hundred-percent natural. I knew real from fake. I knew something else, too. I was in love with her tits. Total and complete love affair going on between that twin pair of beauties and me.
I gorged myself on looking, hoping I didn’t have drool coming off my chin. Her dark pink nipples went from soft to hardening into tight buds right before my eyes. And her nipples weren’t the only thing that was hard. I had a raging hard-on straining painfully against the fly of my trousers. I wanted to see her eyes on my cock and know she was the one who made it hard. To know what she did to me.
I still had on my tuxedo from the wedding. All she wore was lavender lace knickers—a thong at that. Christ, I might just go blind tonight.
“Everything. Off.”
She deftly placed her thumbs underneath the lace and drew downward, the delicate fabric rolling into a twisted band that skimmed over her lean thighs…before sliding down the rest of the distance to meet the floor and the rest of her clothes.
She stepped out of the pile of fabric at her feet, completely naked in front of me.
Clothed only in the soft waves of her mahogany hair.
It took me a moment to find my voice. It took another moment to control myself from pulling her beneath me and finding that warm, pulsing place to put my cock.
I clenched my hands and came up with four words that summed everything up about Gabrielle Hargreave and what she was to me.
“Something of the marvelous.”
I held out my hand, beckoning her. She took slow sultry steps toward me. The effect of her completely naked while I was still fully clothed wound me up so tight I thought my spine might snap from the tension.
Fuck me…
She. Was. Beautiful.
No—beautiful was a pitiful word to describe what she was.
