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Sliding to the end of the cushion, I pull Damon to me, burying my face in his belly. “You could never look ridiculous. If you want to show me, I’d love a fashion show.” I waggle my eyebrows, making Damon laugh and shake his head before he pulls away from me.
Grabbing the bags, he makes his way down the hall, and I wonder if he’ll actually show me how the clothes fit or if he’s going to change in the room and figure out if he likes them for himself.
My question is answered a few minutes later when Damon comes out with a pair of leggings on with a loose-fitting shirt that rides up a little and shows me a strip of brown flesh. I sit up on the couch and slide to the end, mouth gone dry with how fucking good he looks. This is Damon. This is the real him. I’m looking at the raw version of him, the version he wants to be. I can’t say I’m disappointed.
He stands at the end of the hall, hands clasped in front of him, a nervous look on his face. I beckon and he walks over slowly. When he’s standing before me, I gently unclasp his hands and lean back. I motion for him to spin around and after a second he does, giving me a nice view of his ass. It’s tight and pert, perfectly matching his body and looking delicious in these pants.
When he’s facing me again, he has a small smirk on his lips. “Well?”
“If I tell you what I’m thinking, you’ll think I’m a pervert.”
The bark of laughter he releases warms me and I take a risk. Reaching around, I pat him on the ass, and he yelps, but smiles down at me. “Let me try something else.”
He walks away, then glances over his shoulder before he disappears down the hallway, sending me a flirty look. Oh fuck, I’m in trouble.
Every article of clothing has me wanting to rip those clothes off him. Damon looks fucking good. And after every change, he comes back looking more and more confident. When he comes back with the ripped jeans on, I know these are my favorite things on him. His waist is small, so they hang a little off him, but in that sexy way that makes me want to lick at his hip bone. He has on the only crop top he purchased and damn. Fucking damn.
Damon doesn’t wait for me to say it, he just spins around, doing a little dance as he does. I smile, then reach out and pull him close. Again, I take a risk. I kiss along his belly, squeezing his hips. Damon’s hands tangle in my hair and I feel my dick thickening.
Snaking out my tongue, I lick along his belly. Damon’s hand tightens in my hair, and he lets out a low moan. But before I can taste him more, he steps back, dropping his hands from my hair.
“I’m sorry if that was too much,” I mutter, not knowing why he moved, hoping I didn’t make him uncomfortable.
“No,” he tells me, holding up his hands, backing away slowly. “I just … I have one more thing to try on. Then we can … do … whatever you want.” He hustles off, but not before I see the outline of his erection through the tight denim.
Blowing out a breath, I lean back on the couch. What other outfit does he have? I run through them in my mind and the jeans were the last thing we picked out.
My brain shorts and I sit up quickly when Damon comes around the corner with a pair of pink lace panties on, showing the bulge of his cock—a very decently sized bulge that looks like it belongs on a much larger man. Unlike before, he doesn’t inch over to me. He walks with confidence, and I track his movements the whole way.
When he’s standing before me, he runs a hand through my hair. “What do you think of these?” Then he turns around slowly, giving me a good look at his entire body. His ass looks so good that I stop him from spinning around just so I can stare at it. The lacy cut of the underwear shows off the bottom half of his ass, a bow at the top completing the package. His ass looks so fucking delicious. I can imagine how good my dick would look buried inside it.
“Where did you get these?” I whisper, running a finger up and down his right ass cheek.
He shivers, then looks over his shoulder. “I … um … got them a while ago. I was …” he swallows thickly when I palm his ass, gripping firmly. “I was afraid to wear them at home. But … here … I can. What do you think?”
“How much do you like them?” I ask huskily.
“Umm … a lot.”
“Pity. I guess I’ll let them stay intact.” I really want to rip them from his body, but they’re his only pair. Guess I’ll have to buy him more in case I feel the urge again. “May I?” I ask, fingers hooked in the seam of his panties.
Damon pulls in a deep breath and nods. I place a reverent kiss on each of his cheeks, making Damon hiss and squirm. With care, I ease the material down his legs, loving how he shudders as the lace brushes against his skin.
The underwear drops to the floor and Damon looks at me with trepidation, covering himself. “Hey, hey.” I reach around and move his hand from his cock. “Don’t cover yourself … unless you don’t want me to see you.”
He looks down at me with wide eyes. “I do.” With a deep breath, he moves his hand, even though his back is to me. “I do want you to see me. I’m just … I’m scared Michael.”
Nodding, I slide back on the couch and pull him back until he’s sitting on my lap. “I can look this way. You won’t see my face, so you won’t feel uncomfortable. How does that sound?”
His breath is choppy, back ramrod straight, but he nods.
Wrapping a hand around his chest, I pull him back until his back meets my front. “Spread your legs over mine.” Hesitantly, he does what I say, spreading his legs wide. This is good. Better than good. This is … everything.
I look down at him and all his beautiful brown skin is on display for me. His dark nipples are pebbled and ready for my mouth. The rise and fall of his chest shows me how nervous he his, but his hard dick tells me he’s turned on. Because of me.
“Michael? Say something.”
I drag my eyes away from his dick and kiss his neck. “You’re fucking beautiful, Damon. I’ve never seen anything more gorgeous in my life.”
