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“I see.” I said calmly. But my cock was anything but calm. It was fighting my logical thinking.
I think she sensed my hesitancy, and her sense of urgency increased.
“I can’t breathe in this fucking thing, and I need it off. Now!” She spun around and turned her back to me. She pulled her hair over the front of her shoulders, revealing a long row of impossibly tiny buttons down her back. “Please.” She turned to look at me over her shoulder. “Ineedthis off of me. I can’t bear to be in it another minute.”
I nodded and as I reached for the buttons, I could feel the palpable tension pulsing in the air, the scent of her skin enveloping us both.
I flexed my jaw, and started working at the buttons, and she turned and braced herself against the dresser. My eyes flicked up and met hers for a moment in the mirror above the dresser, her expression unreadable. I ignored the thundering in my ears and went back to the buttons. They were the devil incarnate, tiny and stubborn as could be. I was getting them undone, but at an impossibly slow pace.
“Don’t you have a hook or something to undo these?”
“I’m sorry I didn't grab the button hook as I was fleeing the scene.” She hissed as she gripped the dresser.
Addison's face twisted as she huffed to catch her breath. “I can’t breathe! Can you just– I just need this thing off. Now! Please!”
Her voice was thin and wavered on hysteria. “Just get it off of me!” She reached around behind her, clawing at the back of the dress, and she began to hyperventilate in panic.
I looked at her momentarily, evaluating as I watched her tittering on the edge of a panic attack. In a split decision, I finally nodded and gripped the dress on either side of the seam and then ripped it open in one swift motion. She gasped as she stumbled backwards into me, and she braced herself on the dresser.
Still out of breath, she pointed over her shoulder. “The corset too. Hurry.”
I looked down and groaned, seeing the top of her ass exposed in her ‘something blue’ lacy lingerie as the open dress sagged heavily down over her hips. The tight corset was still minimizing her breathing, and it ran down the length of her back, digging into her skin the whole way. I untied the cord and began loosening it loop by loop. Running my thumbs up against her soft, smooth skin, and pulling the cords open one after another down the length of her back. She bobbed back and forth as she gripped the dresser, pulling against the resistance. The warm feel of her skin against my fingers tempting me with each loop I pulled open until finally the length of her soft, smooth back was exposed to me. It took everything in my power to not run the palm of my hand over her back and around her waist to feel her warmth. I could feel my breath getting husky as I momentarily pictured flipping her around and pressing her up against the wall. I wanted to peel the rest of this damn dress off her and scoop her up into my arms and devour her.
I eyed the exposed curves of her ass one more time before I quickly grabbed the hotel robe off the nearby chair and held it open for her. She stepped out of the dress, crunching the puffy fabric into the floor as she climbed out of it, and wrapped the robe around herself, slipping her arms into the armholes.
“Oh my god, finally. I’ve been suffocating all day.” She plopped onto the bed, finally taking big full breaths.
The lamp on the nightstand illuminated her warm golden hair around her face in a halo. I gripped the dresser knowing as she naively laid there on the bed, cocooned in that fluffy hotel robe as delicious and tempting as ever, that her curves were wrapped in soft blue lace underneath. Her smell, her warm skin, was just begging to be touched, to be caressed.
Suddenly, she was laughing hysterically. “It’s so ridiculous, really. The way everything has to be just right. The way you want everything to be just perfect. Just so. All that planning. All that time. All that money.”
I leaned against the dresser, drinking every bit of her in, not knowing if I wanted to hear every word cascading out of those rosy full lips, or if I wanted them to be wrapped around my now raging hard cock. I ignored the thundering in my ears and focused on her.
“You diet, and you lose weight, and you squeeze into an enormous dress with a tight corset. All so you can be the skinniest, most beautiful bride anyone has ever seen.” She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at me, her laughing turning suddenly somber. “And for what?” Her lip trembled and her eyes welled up as she choked up. “For nothing.”
“I think your curves are sexy.” I said, half willing myself to behave.
She blushed and flopped back on the bed, raking her fingers through her golden hair.
“I don’t know about that.” She sighed.
“I do.” I said, and I turned back to packing my bag.
She looked at me in the mirror and cocked her head. “Such little words, with such big meaning, huh?” She got up and stumbled towards me.
“I think it’s your bedtime.” I said softly as I flexed my jaw. I turned my back to her and zipped up my bag, but her vanilla scent wafted over to me all the same.
She came to stand next to me and reached out, toying with the button on my suit jacket. “I don’t want to sleep, because if I do, I might wake up, and realize this isn't just some bad dream.” She looked up at me with sad eyes as she swayed in front of me, clearly heavily under the influence of alcohol.
I gave her a soft smile before I walked into the bathroom and ran a washcloth under some warm water and wrung it out. I walked back over to Addison. “Wash your face. You'll sleep better.”
She nodded and started wiping the makeup off her face; she finally peeled the false eyelash off her cheek as well. I pulled back the covers and guided her into the bed, robe and all. As I started to walk away, I felt a tiny hand lace through my fingers.
“Stay? Please?” She pleaded with tear-filled eyes. “I wasn't supposed to be alone tonight. This is supposed to be the happiest night of my life.”
My heart raced as I stared into her longing green eyes, and I wrestled with what my body wanted and what I knew I should do.
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