Twelve Days The Beginning - By Jade Reyner Page 0,100

felt.

“Interesting choice.” He murmured, a ghost of a smile hovering over his mouth. He sat back slightly to allow her better access.

She started with the easy one, his shirt, and slowly began to undo the buttons beginning at the neck and working down. As she got lower, her fingers began to shake more and she found she had to exert an immense amount of concentration just to complete the simple task. The last couple of buttons were hidden, tucked into his trousers, and she had to pull the shirt out first to free those. Finally she had all of them undone, which allowed his shirt hang open. Eagerly, she drank her fill.

She had seen him without a shirt on before when she had stayed over at his house, but his complete perfection still took her breath away. Moving carefully she parted the shirt and pushed it gently to allow it to fall and pool around his wrists. He remained unmoving - allowing her to look - and emboldened, she followed the path of her eyes with her hands, running them up and down the smooth and sculpted expanse of his virtually hairless chest, tracing them around to his back and then returning them to the front again. Unable to resist, she leaned down and placed a kiss on each pectoral and then brushed her lips lightly over each nipple. He hissed in a breath and taking that as a good sign, she proceeded to suck one of his nipples into her mouth, biting it lightly between her teeth. He went rigid and for a moment remained absolutely still but after a few brief seconds, he yanked her head away, not altogether gently.

“Elise...” he warned and seeing the desperation in his eyes she wisely finished removing his shirt and dropped it to the floor.

Her next task was slightly more tricky; to remove his trousers without taking off his socks and shoes. She elected to have him to kneel up so that she could undo his belt relatively easily and then once his trousers were undone, she figured she would get him to swing his legs off the bed and then hope that the trouser legs were wide enough to pass over his shoes.

Berating herself for making this more difficult than it needed to be, she began the task of unbuckling his belt, being careful to avoid direct contact with the erection that she could see bulging behind his zipper. Her mouth was watering at being so close to the essence of him and the temptation to touch him was overwhelming but she wanted to do this properly, like they had agreed, and so she tried to focus on the task at hand, staying her hands each time they seemed about to stray of their own free will.

Once his belt was free, she let it dangle from the loops and undid the two small clasps on the waistband of his trousers. By now, her hands were well and truly shaking and as she touched the top of his zipper it was impossible for her hand not to brush against the forbidden area. She heard him inhale sharply again and looking up she could see that he had his eyes closed and his jaw was ticking, suggesting that he was having to exert a serious amount of control.

It was now only the zipper that remained and cautiously, she eased it down, all the while aware of his breathing becoming more and more ragged. Once she had opened the cool metal as far as it would go, she paused for a moment to steady herself before clasping the top of his trousers again, ready to push them down and remove them fully.

Slowly she eased the waistband apart and moved it slightly lower, halting when she realised that she had not come into contact with any underwear so far. Thinking that maybe he was wearing briefs rather than shorts, she continued on with her quest inch by slow inch until his zipper opened fully, and finally allowed his erection to spring completely free.

All of it.

The whole length of it.

The whole huge length of it.

In all of its naked glory.

Minus any sort of underwear at all.

Nothing whatsoever.

Nada.

Zilch.

Oh shit!

Immediately, she dropped her hands away from his trousers and sat back on her heels, briefly closing her eyes. The man wasn’t wearing any underwear; she hadn’t been mentally prepared for that. Instantly her bravado vanished and she kept her eyes firmly closed, trying to deal with the fresh