Page 110 of Torrid Passion
“Where’s the zipper to this dress?”
“The back,” she says turning around.
Her fine ass is now facing me.
“I like your hair pulled back, but it’s so sexy when it’s out,” I tell her. “I’m not going to even attempt to figure my way through your sophisticated hairstyle. I’ll let you do the honors.”
She laughs.
A few maneuvers and her dark brown hair falls freely.
“Better. I was trying to play coy earlier, but you look good enough to eat in this dress.”
She looks over her shoulder. “Thank you,” she says shyly.
“I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. It was really hard because I didn’t want your family to notice how much I was lusting over you.”
“It’s one of my favorites.”
“You wear it well. One thing I know, you’ll look better out of it than you do in it.”
I tug at the zipper of her dress, slowly inching it down until it falls at her feet in a flutter of expensive material. My eyes zoom in on the curved slope of her back and the swell of her fucking amazing ass, all wrapped in cock-hardening soft pink embroidered lingerie. The sexy strapless bra is killing me.
“Step out,” I order, holding her hand.
She does.
I pick up her dress and place it with care on the couch.
I unfasten her bra, each hook heightening my desire for her. I let out a guttural groan at the sight of the supple skin on her bare back.
“I’ll let you take care of the panties,” I say dropping her bra next to her dress. “I’m afraid I’ll just end up tearing them to shreds.”
She laughs. “Impatient much?”
“Six days, Kyla. God knows how many minutes. You have no idea how impatient I am.”
“Wow,” she shakes her head in disbelief. “I don’t think anyone has ever wanted me this much.”
“Clearly, you’ve been with the wrong guys.”
“Clearly.”
“Drop the panties,” I command.
She pushes the lace of her cheeky underwear over her hips and down her thighs before kicking them to the side.
“The shoes?” she asks.
“Keep them on. I like them on you and I can’t wait to watch your ass sway when you walk away from me.”
Kyla’s lips curve into a provocative O before they slide into a wide smile.
I stand up and strip in a flash, dropping my clothing next to hers.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” she says.
“Right back at ya.”
