"First I want to peel you out of that elegant dress and see every inch of your silky skin - then I want to touch and taste it." His fingers slid up to my ankles and caressed my calves.

Odd how I hadn't thought of my calves as erogenous before.

"After I kiss you all over," he said, "I'll want to spend time admiring those nipples poking so insistently at the front of your dress. I've been wondering for weeks if they're rose or peach. I can tell they're responsive - I haven't even ...