Her Last Love Affair by Clara James Read Free Book Online

can’t…I mean….”
    “Just one night, Stephen. That’s all I want. One night to
feel what I should have experienced nine years ago.”
    “I don’t…” he stammered, the war between the demands of his
body and the warnings of his brain becoming harder to fight.
    Allie knew that talking wasn’t going to get her any further.
Instead, she reached behind her and began to pull the tiny zipper of her gown.
The top of her dress instantly went slack and, as she slipped her arms out of
the thin spaghetti straps, the red fabric pooled at her waist.
    Her exposed breasts where directly in Stephen’s eye line. If
he leaned forward just fractionally, he could taste the pink buds in their
centers.
    Over recent weeks, weight loss had meant she’d gone down a
cup size, but Stephen’s admiring eyes, as wide as saucers, reassured her that
they were still attractive. “You can do whatever you want with me,” she
encouraged him, placing her right hand at the side of his head and stroking the
backs of her fingers through the hair at his temple..
    Although his face betrayed nothing of what her words had
done to him, Allie felt the denim of his pants press rigidly against the crotch
of her panties. His hands moved slowly to her legs, finding their way beneath
the fabric, until he was touching her bare flesh. Then, Allie saw the change in
his eyes, the shift from nervous nerdy guy to a man who knew exactly what he
wanted and was going to get it.
      Lunging forwards, Stephen placed his face between her
breasts and delicately licked the inner curve to his left. The gentle teasing
prompted Allie to jerk, rocking her hips against his. Both of her hands worked
their way into the thick hair at the back of his head, twisting handfuls in
encouragement. Stephen licked her other breast as he had the first, before
placing his warm mouth on her areola and teasing the already erect nipple into
an even harder peak.
    Allie closed her eyes and tipped her head back, pushing her
highly sensitive flesh further into his mouth. Stephen responded by grazing his
teeth over the puckered skin and was rewarded with a strangled, “yes.”
    Slowly releasing the warm pebble from his lips, Stephen
leaned back once more. Looking at her flushed cheeks and ragged breath, he
smiled. Continuing to massage the muscles of her thighs, he ran his tongue over
his bottom lip. “Get up,” he ordered, in a manner vastly different from the
nervy demeanor he displayed when he arrived.
    Allie cocked her head to the side, assessing the change in
him and intrigued by a facet of his personality she’d never seen before.
    “Get up,” he repeated, sliding his hands out from beneath
her dress. Lifting the fingers of his right hand to his face, he slid the
heavy-framed spectacles from his nose, before uncaringly tossing them on the
couch to his right.
    Somewhat amused, Allie did as she was told, shuffling back
down his legs. The toes of her right foot found the hard floor and she eased
herself upright. Feeling suddenly uncomfortably exposed, she made a move to
pull the bodice of her dress over her torso, but Stephen stopped her with a
sharp, “No.”
    Pushing himself from the couch, he stood before her. Near
enough to touch her, but keeping his hands to himself. “Take it off,” he
encouraged.
    Lapping at her dry lips, Allie followed his direction.
Gripping the dress, where it clung to her hips, she nudged it down, until
gravity took over. She was left in nothing but a black, lace thong. Preempting
his next instruction, she hooked her thumb in the underwear, but again, she was
stopped by a forceful, “No.”
    Stephen shook his head, and held out his open left hand
towards her. “Leave the panties,” he said.
    Allie had once briefly dated a man who enjoyed controlling
their lovemaking. So the experience was not entirely new to her. However, she
had never in her wildest dreams imagined Stephen as sexually dominant. He was
always so mild-mannered and easygoing, sometimes even