Twelve Days The Beginning - By Jade Reyner Page 0,58
under his touch, more completely relaxed than she could ever remember being.
Once he had finished with her neck, he slowly brushed his hands down her arms, stopping at her shoulders briefly to loosen the straps of her dress so that he could place a gentle kiss on each one. His fingers continued to caress a path all the way down to her hands where he linked their fingers together and began kissing around her neck again and suckling on her earlobe.
Elise sighed; this was the most amazing experience of her life and the man had hardly touched her. Inside she was still aware that this was fundamentally wrong, but she just couldn’t seem to gather the strength to bring it to an end. She had been waiting an eternity to be loved like this and even before things had turned sour, Dale had never treated her with this amount of care – he was always more interested in his own needs and if hers were taken care of too, then that was merely a bonus.
Vaughn had now moved their joined hands to her midriff where he gently disentangled his and then lifted hers up, encouraging her to link them behind his neck.
“When you did that in the nightclub tonight,” he whispered, “it was so fucking sexy, I thought I would explode.”
Slowly his hands began a journey back down her arms, his lips still taunting her earlobe and neck. At first he skated around the outside of her breasts, just brushing against the outer curve down to her stomach and then back up, coming to rest on her collarbone. He briefly dipped his fingers just inside the loose collar of her dress before retracing his steps back down the side of her breasts again until he came back to her midriff.
Elise squirmed in his lap, trying to shift closer to him in the hope that his hands would move over her breasts, where she wanted them to go. This was pure torture. As if understanding he began another journey upwards, but this time he took the most direct route, running his open palms over the swollen globes of her breasts, slowing down over the hard nubs and then continuing on to her collarbone again. When he got there this time however, he dipped his hands lower and underneath the collar of her dress, his hands briefly coming into contact with her bare nipples - and she jerked on his lap as his touch finally reached her.
Twisting her neck around, she grabbed the back of his head with her hand and pulled his mouth down to hers, swallowing his deep groan as their mouths met and mated, tongues colliding. His hands all the while continuing to caress her breasts, tweaking her nipples, pulling them, squeezing them and she cried out in sharp pain.
“Sorry...” he muttered thickly “got a bit carried away.”
“No, it’s OK, I liked it. I think. It was just a bit of a shock.”
“’Lise, you are my kind of girl.” He growled and he turned, lifting her off his lap and placing her on her back on the bed.
Quickly he covered her length with his so that they were fused together from head to toe and resumed kissing her as though his life depended on it. His left hand was resting on her thigh and he shifted position to allow it to drift further down her leg, stopping at the hem of her skirt and then gently caressing her knee. His hand then reversed its journey, up and under the hem of her skirt, coming to rest just below the junction of her thighs.
Elise shuddered and Vaughn took that as a signal to move his hand onto her abdomen where he encountered the waistband of her tights and panties. With one swift movement, he pulled both down to her knees and then trailed his fingers back up her thighs again, coming to rest in the light blonde curls that covered her mound.
By now, his mouth had released hers and was working its way down her front, coming to rest on her left breast and sucking it open-mouthed through the fabric of her dress. His right hand was kneading her other breast whilst his left hand was moving lower from her curls; tracing her outline, testing and feeling her wetness.
“Christ Elise, you are soaking for me” he murmured and then he groaned as she felt another wave of wetness seep onto his hand. “Jesus, this is killing me.”