“What’s that, handsome?” I asked, shifting suggestively against his crotch.
He groaned softly. “Remember the night you were attacked, I brought you to my apartment and you stayed in my guest room. I said you looked exquisite in my t-shirt and sweatpants, and you laughed because you didn’t believe me. I promised that one day I’d tell youexactlyhow exquisite you looked.”
I bit my lip and nodded, remembering the moment perfectly. I’d wanted nothing more than for him to leap across the bed and devour me whole.
“Up until then, I’d never seen anything sexier,” he said, running his nose along mine. He slid his palm down to my knee and partway up the skirt. “You, bare-faced in my clothing, nothing underneath. I should get a medal for my restraint. I wanted to fuck you so bad, I would’ve moved Heaven and Earth right then to make it happen.”
My breathing sped as I became instantly aware of the ache between my legs. David’s noticeable excitement underneath my thigh wasn’t helping.
“That’s all. Go on,” he said, urging me up. “Try something else.”
I stood slowly, letting the blood recirculate through my body. Back behind the door, I stripped down to my undergarments and then, when an idea occurred to me, stripped all the way down. I took out my new phone, located the only number I had stored, tousled my hair a bit, pinched my cheeks, and snapped a photo in the mirror.
I hitSendand turned my attention back to what I’d try next. It wasn’t long before David’s phonepinged, and he rustled in his seat. The dressing room door opened a sliver and he slipped in, raking his eyes over my naked body. He held a finger over his mouth and took two large strides toward me.
“Hands behind your back,” he said quietly, and I complied. He took my chin in his hand. My heart raced, and arousal pulled deep inside me as his stare burned. “Open,” he whispered, squeezing my jaw. I did, and he stuck his index finger in my mouth. “Suck.”
I ran my tongue over him, looking up from under my lashes. I sucked tentatively at first and then harder. He moaned loudly, so I reached out to touch his erection through his pants.
“No.” He placed my hand back behind me, removed his finger from my mouth, and reached between my legs. With agonizing slowness, he slid the wet finger inside me. I rolled my lips together and breathed heavily through my nose. One finger turned into two. He explored me gently from the inside, massaging me with an expert touch. His other hand found my breast, rolling and pinching my nipple so that I moaned into the sting. When his palm pressed against my clit, I writhed into it.
He slipped a hand under my hair and held my neck. “Don’t squirm,” he warned softly.
His gaze grew darker, more penetrating as he finger-fucked me faster. His complete, undivided attention was unnerving, and I wanted to look away, but he held me in place. The overly bright fluorescent lights flooded the room, sharpening my vision as things began to feel surreal. My mouth fell open, and I gasped for air as my orgasm threatened.
“Fuck me,” I implored, wringing my hands behind my back.
He shook his head as he pushed his fingers deeper. My head jerked back, but he continued to hold me upright, seeking out my eyes with his.
“Come,” he mouthed at me.
“How are the sizes working out?” I heard from somewhere far away.
David’s eyes bored into me with his palm still firmly against me. “Answer her,” he demanded in a whisper.
I reached out to grab his arms as the orgasm crested. “Fine,” I called.
She said something else, but my ears rang as waves of pleasure hit me. The world spun around me, and I could only cling to David to keep me centered. “Fine,” I repeated, squeezing David’s biceps and thrashing against his hand.
As I came down, I wilted against him, and he held my weight, trailing quick kisses along my jawline until he reached my neck. He removed his fingers from me and wiped them on his jeans, laughing silently.
“What?”I mouthed as I tried to control my breathing, still gripping one of his arms for fear that my legs would give out.
“She asked if she could get you a different size in anything. You said ‘Fine.’”
“Oh,” I breathed, managing a small laugh. “Oops.”
He smiled widely and shook his head before swiping my panties from the floor. “Here.”
I glanced down at his tented pants and then back up. “What about you?”
“I can wait,” he said. “I don’t want our first time as a couple to be in a dressing room.”
I nodded, even though I wouldn’t have minded at all. I took my undergarments from his outstretched hand. As soon as I’d clasped my bra, he was crouched at my feet holding open a dress. I placed my hands on his shoulders and stepped into it. He drew it up my body and zipped me into it from behind.
It was simple and black, conservative enough for work but still trim over my slight curves.
“You have a dress like this, don’t you? With the thingie?” he asked, motioning to the shoulder.
