One Night, Fiction by Monica Drake
"With one hand he pushed the strap of
her halter top down over her shoulder. It was an assertive move, a hint of
aggression, but gentle really. She took a slow sip of beer. He reached for the
other side, pushed that strap down too. Her shoulders were round and white.
He put his mouth to her shoulder. His tongue touched
her skin. His hands were big, his fingers long, and he pushed her halter top
down lower, halfway down, a little further, until it marked a line across her
nipples, then lower again, until her breasts were out, free, pale and round in
the dark room."
Monica Drake’s website is here.
