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to undress.”
    Damianos’ eyes lit with excitement. “You’re learning fast.” He situated himself on the bed and his eyes turned dark with arousal.
    “Stand up and come before me.”
    Kalliope scooted off the bed and came around until she stood before Damianos. She couldn’t help the way her eyes slid up his exposed thighs and she would be lying if she said she didn’t want to know what lay between them.
    Damianos gave her a wicked grin and she knew she had been caught. She fixed her eyes on him and waited for his order.
    “Undo your belt and hand it to me,” he seductively commanded.
    Mesmerized by his full lips, Kalliope looked back to his eyes and obeyed. She unknotted her roped belt, and with exaggerated slowness, pulled it from her waist. She felt her dress widen once her waist was no longer cinched. She moved towards Damianos and outstretched her hand, the length of her belt resting lighting in her palm. Damianos took the belt from her, his eyes dancing with amusement.
    “I’m going to put this somewhere nearby,” he said softly, reaching behind him and placing her belt at the top of the bed. “I know we will need it later.”
    A thrill of anticipation ran through Kalliope and she knew she would obey any command that Damianos gave her. She still couldn’t believe that she was here with Damianos at this very moment.
    Damianos looked back at her. “Take off your sandals.”
    Kalliope bent over, knowing full well that her dress would hang low at the neck, giving Damianos a peek of her breasts. She heard Damianos suck his breath in and she knew he had glimpsed inside her gown. She slipped off each sandal, tossing them carelessly aside to show Damianos that all her attention was on him.
    “Very good. Now slide your dress off your shoulders.”
    Kalliope took a deep breath and slipped her arm through each armhole. 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