Sex Court - Episode 8

My hand moved to the first button. The fabric parted slow, cool air touching skin that had stayed hidden all night. I worked each button loose, knuckles grazing the soft rise beneath, letting the dress slip open an inch at a time. Her breath hitched. The silk slid from her shoulders, catching at her hips before it fell in a hush around her ankles. Underneath, black lace clung to the curve of her breasts, a thin band riding low on her hips. I hooked a finger under that band, tugged just enough to feel the tension snap against her. She pressed closer, heat rolling off her in waves, skin already damp where my mouth had been moments before. I traced the lace down her spine, counting each knob of bone, until my palm filled with the weight of her ass. She pushed back, grinding once, slow, and I answered with teeth at her shoulder, tasting salt. The clasp between her breasts gave with a soft click. Lace fluttered down. Her nipples tightened in the chill, dark and hard, and I took one in my mouth without hurry, sucking until she gasped and grabbed at my hair.