For the Pleasure of Men by Nora Weaving Page A

She held the dress up over her breasts, exposing both her shoulders.
    Damianos’ hand grazed across his lap and rubbed between his thighs.
    “Good,” he said in a throaty voice, “Drop it to your waist.”
    Kalliope let the material fall to her waist and she felt the cool air hit her breasts.
    Damianos groaned audibly. “Better than I imagined,” he breathed. His eyes drank in her round breasts. Kalliope had never felt so exposed and so sexy.
    “Touch them,” Damianos croaked.
    Kalliope gathered the material of her dress in one hand, and using her other hand, fondled her breasts. Her delicate skin was smooth and she felt her nipples under her fingers. She squeezed each breast in her hand, letting her nipples harden in her palm, and the sensation aroused her.
    “Yes, Kalliope, yes,” Damianos rasped. “Drop the dress all the way.”
    Kalliope had no undergarments on and she knew that once she dropped the dress she would be completely nude. She didn’t think twice, and she let the material fall to the floor in a soft heap.
    Damianos groaned as Kalliope stood naked before him.
    “Come to me.’’
    Kalliope stepped towards him and Damianos lifted his hands to her body. He held them in midair as if unsure of where to touch her first. He laid his palms flat beneath her collarbone and slowly moved them down until they moved over her soft mounds. As his palms brushed across her hardened nipples, Kalliope felt a tug straight to her groin.
    Damianos moved his hands further south, and then fanned them out along her hips and cupped her backside in his hands. He squeezed lightly and then spread his fingers along each of her cheeks. He brought his hands back to the front of her body, and gently ran them down her inner thighs, just brushing the edges of her sex and making her delirious with her need.
    Grinning to himself, he reached down, gliding across her calves, making sure that he touched every inch of her.
    “Perfection,” he whispered. He looked at Kalliope’s face and gently touched her hair. “I like your hair down.”
    Kalliope nodded and reached up to pull it out. She held her mother’s clip in her hair and gently shook her long curly hair down her back. She moved to put the clip away but Damianos stopped her.
    “I like this. Let me,” he said, opening her palm to retrieve the broach. He stood up and Kalliope could easily make out his erection under his tunic. He towered over Kalliope and gently fingered her hair as he tried to find a good place for the broach.
    Kalliope couldn’t help herself and moaned at Damianos’ gentle touch. There was something incredibly erotic about Damianos playing with her hair. He brushed a piece from her face and let his hand glide across her cheekbone and against the back of her ear.
    He pinned the broach in her hair and looked back at her, his eyes liquid desire.
    “We’re going to start off slow. I don’t want to try too much at once.”
    He sat back on the bed.
    “Move behind me, Kalliope, and unhook my cloak. I want to feel your tits against my neck.”
    Kalliope obeyed and climbed onto the bed. She kneeled behind Damianos and brushed his hair over one shoulder. She leaned her breasts against his neck and reached for the tiny clasp and button that held his garment in place. The material of his cloak was thick and finely made, and Kalliope wondered more about this mysterious man before her.
    She unhooked the garment and felt the heavy weight of it in her hand. She gently pulled the drape with his war medals and honors and held it in her hands. She looked at the many decorations and fingered one of them. She wanted to spend more time looking at his honors but right now she was too focused on Damianos himself.
    Once Damianos felt that his cloak was undone he reached back and clasped Kalliope’s hands.
    “Pull my cloak down and press your breasts against the bare of my back.”
    Kalliope followed his instructions and she felt the heat of his skin as she pushed her body