"Not yet," he whispered, and that was okay, too."Not yet," he whispered, and that was okay, too. I was still floating, you see. I just went with the flow. But I remember feeling a secret glow of anticipation when I realized that at least he had used the word 'yet.' He caressed me again, this time slipping his hands inside the waistband of my pants, over the satin smooth heavily- conditioned skin, down to explore and excite me more. When I was once again on the razor's edge, he pulled away and said, "Strip." He sat down in the armchair again and just watched me. I stayed by the fire where it was warm; when I had collected myself, I unzipped my top. |