Anthony smiled at me, and I could tell that he was pleased with my cooperation. I felt so impatient as Anthony pulled the many layers of fabric down my legs. The dress was truly in the way and Diana was to blame for choosing such an elaborate dress. Then again, I couldn’t imagine my sister getting married in anything that looked any less eye-catching and elegant.
I was almost completely naked save for the very thin panties that I still had on. The way Anthony’s eyes rove over my body as he took in the sight of my naked form made me so conscious of my nudity that I wanted to hide away. The heat burning in his gaze made my body feel hotter and more sensitive. Instinctively, my hands flew to cover my breasts as I turned my head to look away in embarrassment. I had no idea why I felt like that when it was far from my first time lying in bed naked under a man’s passionate gaze.
“Don’t cover yourself. Let me see you, Dahlia…” he urged before letting out a small laugh.