Dressed to Impress. Elizabeth Coldwell

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СКАЧАТЬ I wonder if I can get it back?’

      ‘I doubt that,’ she said, crossing her arms.

      He pushed her legs apart and positioned himself on his knees between them. ‘A challenge?’

      The lust sparkling in his dark eyes sent little tingles down her back. She bit her bottom lip and smiled coquettishly.

      ‘Hm,’ he said, fidgeting around the small ribbon at the top of her corset. ‘I think I’m a bit out of practice.’

      Debra had to laugh. He shot her a boyish look, then started to pull open the laces, one by one. The hook and eye closures came undone with little pops, and each inch of naked skin revealed by the receding material was greeted with a kiss. Nicholas slid his hand underneath the tight folds of her leotard and cupped her breast. Her rigid nipple slipped between two of his fingers and he rolled it until her back arched in the chair and the scent of her arousal filled his nose.

      His fingertips brushed the flimsy lace of her thong as he opened the bottom part of the leotard. His eyes fixed on her face, he ran his finger along her pussy. He held still for a moment, then moved the tip of his finger ever so slightly, stopping at the spot where her bated breath told him she felt his tease the most. She spread her legs a bit more. ‘You haven’t forgotten any of my weak spots.’

      He straightened up so his face was close to her ear and whispered: ‘And I haven’t forgotten how they taste either.’

      She uttered a little moan and then another as his palms rubbed her lips through the lace of her underwear. He withdrew his hand and slowly rolled the net stockings down her legs. Next, he placed a trail of little kisses up her leg, then pressed his nose into her lap. Debra heard a muffled sigh followed by a drawn-out groan. His breath pressed hot and damp against her skin. She buried her fingers in his hair and bent over to kiss him. ‘I love you so much,’ she whispered into his black strands.

      Nicholas looked up at her, cupped her face in his hands and drew her into a long kiss. He rose from the floor, took her in his arms and carried her to their bedroom. The leotard was stripped off, then the thong, and Nicholas gazed at his wife’s naked body: the lovely curved hips that swayed so smoothly when she danced, the pit of her navel that was so sensitive to his tongue’s touch, and her breasts, rounder ever since she had become a mom, and graced with greyish blue stretch marks. He bent over her and traced the ripples with his fingers, listening to her sigh as he very carefully drew the outline of her nipples. He soaked up that which he hadn’t taken the time to enjoy in so long. Languidly, his fingers ran over her breasts, moved down to her navel and then back up again, his eyes fixed on Debra’s face.

      She tugged at the belt of his slacks. ‘Get naked,’ she whispered and, without moving much, he did. He stripped off his shirt, removed his trousers, shed his boxer briefs. He cupped her delta and, although his hand lay still on her wiry curls, Debra’s breath sped up. He bent lower and kissed her breast. His lips enclosed her nipple, and he gently sucked at it. His bangs tickled her skin as his tongue licked her – deliberate, titillating. Hot darts shot towards her clit until the throbbing became so overwhelming she had to bite her fingers in order to hold back the moans building in her throat.

      Nicholas stopped and looked at her. He tilted his head and with a grin pulled her hand away. The silence had become such a habit, Debra couldn’t even remember the sound of her own voice when she relinquished her composure. ‘You don’t have to be quiet tonight,’ whispered Nicholas, placing a tender kiss on the tip of each nipple.

      She let out a soft moan. ‘More,’ he demanded. Lovingly whispering her name, he pushed two fingers into her pussy and watched her let go. She groaned loudly and cried out when he crooked his fingers inside her. He watched her writhe beneath him for a while before withdrawing his hand. His fingertips stroked her pussy lips, changing course whenever they came close to her clit, never touching it.

      Debra shifted underneath him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and arms as she clutched at an outlet for the pulsating of her clit. ‘Please …’

      ‘Please what?’ he asked, breathing a kiss on her dry lips.

      She threw him a reproving glance. ‘You know what I want you to do.’

      He nuzzled at her earlobes. ‘Oh, I know, baby.’ He kissed her temple. ‘But I want to hear you say it.’ His fingers circled the entrance to her pussy and pushed forwards only so much as was necessary to lure a frustrated groan from Debra’s mouth.

      ‘Touch my clit,’ she whispered.

      He changed neither the position of his fingers nor their pace.

      ‘Touch my clit,’ she repeated and raised her body with a rapt moan when he finally complied. ‘Touch me, touch me …’ she said, her voice fading. She stopped him before she lost control completely. ‘Love me, please,’ she whispered, fondling the nape of his neck.

      Finally, she was lying underneath him again, feeling his weight on top of her, being owned by him in a way she would only allow him to own her. Eyes locked with hers, he entered her and began to rock her slowly. He watched her lips quivering, uttering sweet, lustful moans as their bodies fell back into the familiar rhythm.

      Emotions washed over her, demanding tears as well as smiles. She pressed her lips against Nicholas’s shoulder and held onto his body. She could feel her sweat mingling with his, she could feel his palm against hers as their fingers entangled and his breath dampened her neck. She could feel the shudder that ran through his body before his muscles tensed and he thrust into her once more, breathlessly uttering her name as he finally let go, uniting with her in a culmination that shook them both.

      Panting, Nicholas collapsed onto her body. He buried his face in her neck and didn’t move. Debra relished the feeling of his warm come filling her and his cock slowly shrinking inside of her.

      ‘I want to stay like this for ever,’ she whispered as waves of cosy fatigue replaced the tremors of pleasure that had left her flesh so wonderfully satisfied.

      ‘So do I,’ he said, stroking her face. ‘But I guess as often as we can will have to do.’

      She wrapped her arms around him tighter. ‘Is that a promise?’

      Nicholas kissed the tip of her nose. ‘It’s a promise.’ He rolled over and wrapped their bodies into the blankets. ‘I love you,’ he whispered into her hair. ‘And I love what you did tonight. But can I ask you one favour? Please never do it again.’

      Debra laughed and kissed his shoulder.

      ‘Will they let you keep the corset though?’

      ‘It’s mine.’

      Nicholas let out a content grunt before closing his eyes. Debra watched him fall asleep. Without touching it, she traced the bruised patch above his cheekbone. Tomorrow, watching him shave would excite her even more.

      ‘Nicholas?’ she whispered.

      He mumbled drowsily.

      ‘Do you still have that aftershave lotion I like so much?’

      ‘Hmh.’ He drew her close into an embrace. A trace of stubble tickled her bare shoulder, and she laughed softly against his skin.

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