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She was naked but for her bra, underpants and hose, all black but built for function Her palms shyly covered the clasp between her breasts, forear the small, pale swells that peeped over the cups

“Ask me for help with it,” he said

“I—” It wasn’t that she couldn’t open it It was how real this was becoht?

He coaze on her nude body, do things to it The unknown scared her, but the thought of stopping was equally frightening She couldn’tparalysis

He stepped close and sure fingers brushed past nerveless ones The cups released and her neck eak She dropped her forehead onto his chest, aware of her bra skihtly over her shoulders and down her back Her breasts were exposed to cool air while her back was branded by his hot pal the confidence to step back and reveal herself

“Sit on the bed” He curled a steadying hand under her elbow

She co put her eye level with his fly and she wasn’t ready to go that far even with a glance She looked up at hi to kneel at her feet He held a look of detached intensity A roaring sound filled her ears, the kind that warned of danger She had inadvertently entered into a power struggle with a man who could overwhel it like that He was turning her against herself Stoking a hunger that was stronger than her natural reserve

She clung hard to her shields but sensed he would disarht a hand behind her knee and stroked tantalizing fingers under her calf, carrying her foot up to his sto her onto her back

Her heart dipped in consternation, and then she squeaked in alarm as the position parted her knees She shot a hand between her thighs, hypersensitive to where his gaze was traveling, so tangible it was like a physical caress

Her shoes hit the floor, thu heart He reached to stroke her knuckles where she protected her most intimate flesh, his touch so personal she almost jerked her hand away in surprise

“Let h, stroking the translucent hose “You want to feel my hands on you, don’t you?”