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“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath.
His hips are moving, thrusting into my mouth, and I meet him stroke for stroke. With one last push I take him deep, swallowing him so my nose is against his skin, and Andrew comes, crying out my name. His cock jerks in my mouth and I swallow every drop of what he gives me, savoring the salty taste along with something that’s deeper—just him.
When he’s finished, he doesn’t move, hands relaxing in my hair as I lick him clean. “Shit,” he says, and I laugh, making sure he sees when I lick my lips. “I didn’t know that you could do that.”
“Maybe I’m just full of surprises.”
I let him kiss me, and wind my arms around his neck. “Now take me home and to bed, and fuck me before I fall into a long, long sleep.”
Andrew makes a noise low in his throat. “It’s funny, I’ve don’t think I’ve ever told you that the couch in my office turns into a bed.”
“Oh really?” I say, raising an eyebrow. “Is that an invitation?”
He chuckles. “I think it’s a necessity, because after that, I can’t wait until we get home to peel those little diamonds off you.”
“Let’s go then.” I pull him towards the stairs.
“I hope you know I’ll be using my mouth to get those off,” he says lightly. “I intend to be very thorough.”
“I would expect nothing less.”
He stops me at the stop of the stairs, pressing me into the wall and kissing me deeply. “I love you, Delia. I knew it when you walked into that room. Everyone may think it was a stunt but you are my queen and I can’t even tell you how much I love you.”
Tears prick my eyes and I kiss him back. “I love you too.”
Epilogue
One Year Later
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
Andrew’s face is all innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s just a normal runway show.”
Of course it’s just a normal runway show, except that Andrew, my new husband, convinced me it might be fun for me to wear a vibrator while I’m walking in the show. Of course he’s the one who has the controller.
He starts laughing at the look on my face. “I love you, wife.”
“I love you too, husband,” I say and give a mock sigh.
Despite the fact that I’m embarrassed, I’ve learned that Andrew has a strange way of knowing exactly what I need to fill in that exhibitionist streak I have, and this is only his latest solution. We’ve only been married a month, and already he’s found what feels like endless ways to get me off in public. And damn him, I love it every single time.
“This would be better if it weren’t lingerie,” I say to him.
“I disagree.”
Andrew’s new lingerie line has been a huge hit, and this show is the debut of the new season. There’s a lot riding on this show, and I don’t want to mess it up because I’m on the verge of coming while on the catwalk. He pulls me against him, hands cupping my ass and squeezing. “I think it’s perfect for lingerie. If you come, people will just think it’s a test run for the clothes.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“Insatiable, maybe,” he says, taking my mouth in a kiss. “Now get out there and look sexy.” He gives me a wink and I close my eyes. The show has already started and the backstage area is crazy. My turn on the runway is coming up fast. My heart is pounding out of my chest, the way it always does when I walk a show. Even after a year of it, I’m not used to it.
The stagehand gives me the signal and I come out of the curtain with strong steps. The music we’ve chosen for this show is fast and edgy, and you can’t be shy about walking to it. About halfway down the runway, I feel the vibrations start, and I nearly lose my rhythm. I’m going to kill him, I really am. Or fuck him. The second one is more likely.
I’m wearing a gorgeous creation of red silk that leaves little to the imagination, and suddenly in my mind I’m thinking about what it would be like to take it off slowly for Andrew, which is I’m sure what he intended. On this runway with hundreds of eyes on me, that spark rises through me. Swift and fierce arousal that makes me so much more aware of everything around me. I pose at the end of the runway and give a little smile for the camera before heading off the stage.
The vibrations turn off as I’m whirled into the next look, and I pass Andrew on the way back to the stage. His arms are crossed and he’s trying to look innocent. I don’t even have time to say anything, I’m back up on the stage and the sensation is back stronger. God, it feels good. I’d never seen this kind of vibrator before, a little contraption that clings to my clit and vibrates.
Any stronger and I’m going to have moisture running down my legs. Not necessarily what I need on the runway. My third look is the most daring, and the last look of the show. Black fabric hanging over my breasts and my pussy held up by nearly invisible threads. It looks like the fabric is just floating around me. Andrew is standing right by the runway this time, ready for his curtain call. The grin on my face tells me that I don’t have a chance.
I nearly stumble as I walk on, taken aback by the intensity of the vibrations. Heat licks up my spine because I’m nearly naked and close to coming in front of a crowd of people. Damn my husband, he knows me too well. Striking the best poses I can manage, I get off the stage and glare at him as he takes his bow, and as soon as he exits I grab his hand and shove him into the utility closet.
“This seems familiar,” he says, laughing.
“Shut up and turn that thing back on.” I unbutton his pants and palm his cock, which is already half hard.
“Yes, ma’am.” He lifts me and I wrap my legs around him just in time for him to slam into me. This closet is so small, my back is up against a set of shelves, and his is up against another. The vibrators springs back to life, and I let go, coming instantly. I cry out, and I know that everyone backstage will hear me, and I don’t care.
Andrew fucks me harder, faster. Later, we’ll go slowly.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” He pushes deeper into me, and I love the way he fills me up. Even after all this time, the way he fits into me perfectly makes me love him even more. “You liked almost coming in front of all those strangers.”
“Yes.” I crush my mouth down on his and I come again. The little toy isn’t letting me rest, sending spikes of pleasure through me, and I’m shuddering with it. Shaking. Shivering. I can’t see the room or Andrew or anything. I’m breathless and blind, at the mercy of this intense pleasure.
I’m about to come a third time, and this time Andrew comes with me, groaning as I almost scream into his mouth. I never want this to stop. I always want to feel this good. This perfect. Oh god yes yes yes
I think I might pass out from the pleasure, but the little toy shuts off, and I sag against Andrew. He lets me down, slipping out of me, and I know that I’m a mess. The delicate lingerie is torn, and what’s left of Andrew is running down my legs.
He kisses me, softly this time. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Damn you.”
He chuckles. “If you want to stop doing things like this, you just let me know.”
“How can I say that when it leads to sex like that?”
“My point exactly,” he says, grinning. “And as much as I’d like to stay in this closet with you, I think we should probably meet some of the people who came to the show.”
I sigh. “You’re right. Will you bring me a robe first, though? I think I’ve exposed myself enough for one day.”
Andrew pulls me against him so I can feel the length of his perfect body against mine. “Whatever you wish, my queen.”
THE END
