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Olivia scoffs. “What if I don’t care what you think of them?”
I smirk, leaning in so our faces are close. “Don’t you?”
That beautiful flush blazes on her skin again. I’m learning to enjoy putting the color in her face. I can’t get enough of it.
Olivia gathers herself, putting that self-serious scowl on again that’s supposed to dissuade me but usually ends up doing the exact opposite. “If you’re gonna stay in here, then go sit on the bench,” she orders, pointing.
I chuckle and salute. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her fluster only seems to increase when I do just what she asks. It’s cute when she fluffs herself up and starts to undress. Pretending like she can’t feel my eyes on her body as she does is amusing.
Which one of us is going to break first? Her with her fluster? Or me with my need?
The first one she tries on is the red dress. It hugs her curves deliciously, but I can tell she’s not feeling it. I like that I’m right when she looks in the mirror, gives herself a turnaround, and grimaces. “Nope.”
Dress number one gets hung in the “Nope” pile.
Next is the green. I can’t help but love the way it hugs her breasts, giving them a gorgeous shape. The slit up the side showing off more skin is a bonus. But that one gets the boot, too.
“It’s just too much.”
I disagree, but the lady knows what she wants.
Then she shimmies into the last one, and I realize with a start—not to mention a sudden rush of blood to the dick—that this is the one we both want.
Olivia is divine.
The silver should be obnoxious, but the cut of it plays well with the tone. It hits right above her knees, showing off those creamy, silky legs I’ve been dying to touch all day. It hugs her curves and flows where it needs to.
She likes it, too. She’s admiring herself in the mirror when I come up behind her, slipping my hands along the front of her thighs.
“You like this one?” I murmur, nosing along her throat. I can practically feel her knees weaken.
“Y-Yes. Reese, what are you?—”
“I’m admiring your choice in attire. You look gorgeous.”
I look in her eyes through the mirror as I push up the hem of her dress. Slowly, slowly, slowly. I drag my fingertips across her skin. I love the way I leave light red welts in the wake of my touches.
“Not here?—”
“Yes here.” I nibble her ear. “No one’s gonna catch us. And I can’t wait one more fucking second without tasting you.”
I keep my lips on her throat as I nudge the edge of her panties out of my way. She seems transfixed on the sight of her pussy lips in the mirror. I take insane amounts of pleasure in watching her face as I part her open, flicking my thumb over her clit as I slip my fingers into her.
Her moans are music to my ears. Her heat wrapped around my fingers makes me crave burying my cock inside her again.
Later, though. That’ll come later.
For now, I’ll give her a preview of what I plan to do when the time is right.
I make sure she can see every knuckle sink into her and pull out, dragging her juices with them. She squirms in my hold, but I keep her upright even as her knees start to weaken. She whines, biting her lip to keep quiet as possible.
“Look at you, gorgeous. Look how good you take these fingers. You take them just as well as you took my cock.”
I push them all the way into her, massaging her deepest places. Her eyes skitter and roll, and she nearly doubles over.
“Ah, ah. Don’t fall down now. I got you. Stay right here with me.”
