Something lodged in his throat as he sat there on the sofa, looking at her.Something lodged in his throat as he sat there on the sofa, looking at her. The last time she had the freshness and purity of youth. Now it was the full-blown sensuality of a full grown woman. She stood there, unrelentingly female, unashamably woman. He came to his feet and then he was standing in front of her. Without a word, she started work on his buttons. He placed his hands on her waist, feeling its smallest, before sweeping them up to cup her breasts. He took their weight in his hands, marvelling at the subtle changes time had wrought on her. Her breasts were fuller, yet softer and her nipples were larger and infinitely more sensitive. |