With just the two of them in the room the change in her breathing was audible. Don Juan smiled to himself. On her shoulder his fingers brushed slowly over to the edge of the lace and pulled it down to leave her skin exposed. He dipped his head as though he would kiss her there, but stopped just short so that she could feel his breath on her. He moved from her shoulder along her collarbone and up her neck in the same fashion, teasing.

If he was going to do this (which he was; he'd already determined not to hesitate over it any further), then he was going to have fun with it. So was she, whether she knew it or not yet. Don Juan's imagination was already running through the things he was going to do to her; this pause where he didn't quite kiss her was doing its job well enough that he was getting hard already, before he'd even touched her. Who knew what she was thinking now, given that she had never done this before.

He glanced at the back of her dress just long enough to be sure he knew how to unfasten it. He finally broke the building tension and leaned in to kiss her neck, and started to undress her at the same time.

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