In reality, he knew he could not force that which she was unwilling to surrender. When she dropped her gown, exposing her full body to his view, he exhaled in a long, slow gush. It was certainly a propitious beginning, for Diana had become timid and almost abashed about her body, while he had only become more fascinated with the changes as her full womanhood unfurled. Her belly, large, round, and white, nearly hid her sex from his view. She had always had magnificent breasts, but now they were fuller, her nipples grown larger, darker. He knew she fought the impulse to cover herself as they pebbled deliciously before his gaze."Are you thinking of my mouth, Diana?" He approached but didn't yet touch her, preferring to make her simmer in her own juices invoked from his words alone. "I am, my sweet. I'm imagining how you will feel when I fill my mouth and suckle you, wondering what will happen when I bite down on your nipples, how you will taste."He touched her. Gently. Stroked her hair, her cheek.
