Twelve Days The Beginning - By Jade Reyner Page 0,102

at the side of the bed. He remained seated on the edge of the bed, watching her with hooded eyes, heavy with desire.

“Elise...” he dragged out, “Take off your dress for me – slowly. Let me watch you.”

Elise complied, no longer in any doubt that this was what she wanted. There was no need for hesitation; it was as if she had always lived for this moment. Slowly she pulled the neck of her dress forwards and then the sleeves, allowing them to drop down her arms completely. The front of the dress was still covering her breasts – just - but she knew that as soon as she moved, it would drop down to her waist and she would have nothing left covering her.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and dropped the dress the final few inches until it bunched at her waist, revealing her breasts to his hungry eyes.

He was silent although she could hear him drawing in ragged breaths, and she could feel the heat of his gaze poring over her. Mustering her confidence, she opened her eyes wondering if he would still think she was beautiful now that he had seen her nearly naked.

She was relatively proud of her breasts as they were ample and still well shaped but she had more ‘curves’ than she would have liked around her stomach. Her dislike of exercise and love of chocolate had put paid to her ever having a flat stomach and because it was only ever Dale that saw her like this – and he was usually drunk – there was never any need to do anything about it. A couple of years ago they had decided that they were going to go abroad and she had fanatically indulged in a ‘bikini’ diet so that she wouldn’t embarrass herself too much on the beach. The weight had started to come off but sadly the holiday hadn’t, so she had turned back to her trusted old friend and the ‘curves’ had returned.

Vaughn was still staring at her breasts, an unreadable expression on his face, the silence drawing out for what felt like an eternity. Eventually he raised his eyes up to hers and swallowed.

“Jesus, Elise – you are so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined......” he stopped and held out his hand to pull her forwards. Relief flooding through her, she allowed him to direct her until they were standing toe to toe, her breasts now level with his head.

Gently he skimmed his hands along and up to the side of her breasts before moving across them, brushing her nipples gently with his knuckles. Immediately the nubs hardened and she saw the flash of desire in his eyes as he watched her body’s reaction to his touch. Almost reverently he continued to stare, watching as his hands lifted first one and then the other breasts; taking them in his hands, testing their weight, feeling the curves and the softness, tracing around the nipples and lightly pinching them to even sharper points.

She dropped her head back and sucked in a breath. Her legs were barely supporting her and all conscious thought had left her brain. The urgency with which he fondled her breasts gradually increased and then he lowered his head forwards, gently licking at first and then taking little nips all over her breasts and the exposed top half of her stomach. He pushed her dress lower to allow him to trace circles around her belly button, briefly dipping his tongue inside and then he moved up again taking first one and then the other nipple into his mouth.

Dale had never played with her breasts like this and she found that she was so much more sensitive to it than she had ever realised. As Vaughn continued to tease her nipples she found that she wanted more – harder – and so she pushed onto the back of his head to indicate her desire, wanting more intensity – needing it, even.

He slanted her a quick questioning look and then obliged, sucking and biting her nipple to the edge of pain, both of them now breathing harshly and completely out of control.

“You like it hard, do you, babe? Shit... I can’t get enough of you - you taste so fucking good, Elise...” he mumbled as he buried his head in the valley between her breasts, increasing the pace and the intensity with which he attacked her, sucking harder and biting tender little