Asher guided me back into the bedroom. As I stood near the bed, he walked behind me and slowly tugged down the zipper of my dress. His knuckles traced the newly-revealed skin inch by inch, following down the length of my spine.
When the zipper had lowered as much as it could go. He spread his hands under the opening and dragged his firm touch up my back to my shoulders. I hummed at the pressure, a pleasant little massage. At my shoulders, he hooked the straps of my dress and lowered them down my arms.
Quickly the dress dropped, pooling at my feet. I stood now in only my black bra and panties.
Asher rounded to my front again. His grazed down the length of my body in appreciation.
I still felt a bit insecure around him, especially with my growing belly, so I started to wrap my arms aroun
