Page 123 of Bred By the Sheikh

“I’m close.”

“I can feel it.”

Her fingers dug into my neck.

I increased the pressure on her clit and worked my fingers inside her.

Chrissy cried out.

Her pussy clenched hard around my fingers.

I kept touching her through the orgasm.

Her thighs shook.

She buried her face against my neck.

“That’s it.”

She came again in smaller pulses before her body finally softened.

I withdrew my hand slowly.

Chrissy stared at me.

“You’re still fully dressed.”

“So are you.”

“That’s objectively false.”

I looked at the dress still covering nearly all of her.

“You’re making a generous interpretation.”

She laughed breathlessly.

Then she climbed off my lap.

I stood.

Chrissy reached behind herself for the zipper.

I caught her hand.

“Let me do it.”

She turned.

I lowered the zipper.

The sapphire silk loosened.

I pushed it slowly from her shoulders.

The dress slipped down her body and pooled around her feet.

She wore a bra and the panties I’d just pushed aside.