Ladies Who Love: An Erotica Collection. Elizabeth Coldwell

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      ‘Yes,’ she whispered. Her hands released Juliette’s breasts from the dress, she bent her head to the dark nipples, taking one then the other between her lips, her teeth, sucking, biting, licking, showing Juliette how she wanted her. Her breasts were full, round, soft. The skin was smooth. Sophie knew their shape, their size, and now she was experiencing their full erotic effect. The studio lights created shadows. Sophie stood back slightly, holding Juliette’s shoulders, turning her from left to right, admiring her, touching with her fingertips. Juliette’s eyes closed, but Sophie knew now it was not from denial but from hunger.

      There had been a shift in the dynamics between the two women in the room. A subtle shift. Sophie held the balance of power now. She was the one who could excite and tantalise. Juliette was in her sway. Sophie was no longer the obedient servant, she was the dominant one.

      ‘Take it down.’ Her voice held some force. Juliette met her gaze, then pushed the loosened dress down, exposing her waist, reddened by the tightness of the stays, her full hips, encased in a thong, then her pale thighs. The dress finally fell like a pool of blood to the floor, and she stepped away from it.