Chapter 95 Pride (2)

Is he not going to talk to me? He undresses half of my body, wrapping the dress around my waist, descending down my back, kissing my buttocks and slipping his hand between my legs, which I immediately separate. I am focused on the touch of his hand and his lips, my stomach knots and my throat dries up. The feeling of restlessness overwhelms me, but I love this new way of possessing me, without speaking to me, without explaining anything. I don't know what he is going to do and the anticipation excites me.