He bent forward and began unbuttoning her dress from the top down. He dropped little kisses on her neck at intervals, sometimes turning them into wicked nips that made her gasp.
‘Matching bra,’ he commented, kissing the furrow in between her breasts, in their covering of polka-dotted silk. ‘Pretty.’
He pushed the dress a little way down her shoulders, so that her bra was fully exposed, leaving the lower buttons still done up.
‘Did you choose this specially?’ he asked, running a finger inside the lace edg
ing, tickling the slopes of her breasts as it glided along.
‘I thought they’d be cool in this heat. Silk.’
‘You knew you’d be getting hot, then?’
‘Uh huh.’
‘And what happens when you get hot, Jen?’ His thumb rubbed the hard protrusion of her nipple in the middle of the silk, causing it to swell further.
‘You can see what happens,’ she whimpered, longing for him to press harder, or take it between finger and thumb and squeeze.
‘This is getting nice and big and hard, isn’t it?’ he said. ‘Popping up to say hello to me. And the other one.’ He circled both nipples, lazily, enjoying himself. ‘I could do this all day.’
He could, too, she thought, and the idea made her squirm again with frustration.
‘What? Don’t you like that idea?’ He laughed.
‘Mmm.’ Inarticulate vocalisations were all she could manage. ‘Please.’
‘Please, what? What do you want?’
‘More. Harder!’
‘Poor Jen,’ he whispered into her ear. ‘She needs it bad.’
He loomed over her again and pulled the silk cups down, baring her breasts to the warm, circulating air.
‘Now I can see how hot you are,’ he said. ‘They don’t get much fuller than that.’ He kissed and sucked each tingling, swollen nipple until she could feel the furtive wetness in her knickers and the corresponding throb of her clitoris. She ground her hips to try and get a tiny bit of friction between the damp silk and the pulsing bead, but it was not enough, nowhere near enough.
‘No, no, no,’ chided Jason, clapping a hand on her hip. ‘You don’t get to sort yourself out today. That’s my job. Believe me, I’m going to work you.’
She believed him.
He bent back down to her nipples, sucking until they were sore and tight while his hands cradled her buttocks underneath, cupping and squeezing them in their stretched silk cladding.
She felt totally bared to him, more so than if she were naked. She knew that she had no defence against him and she knew, also, that he would do whatever he wanted to her. The third piece of knowledge – that she would love it – added a zest of shameful excitement to her vulnerability.
‘Oh, you’re gorgeous,’ he said, breathing hard. ‘Even more than I remember. I’m going to have you every way under the sun, babe.’
He unbuttoned the lower portion of her dress and spread it wide, so it lay on either side of her.
‘There now,’ he said, gazing down at her, his eyes roving from her head down to her feet. ‘All mine. What shall I play with first?’
He lowered her knickers, very slowly, kissing each new expanse of uncovered skin until he reached her neat pubic triangle, newly trimmed and tidied in his honour.
‘I think you knew these were coming off,’ he said, smirking at the sight. ‘Didn’t you?’
‘Yes.’
‘Did you hope they were?’