And just because I wanted to be a jerk, knowing that it would drive home the point that she doesn’t have a chance with meanymore, I spoke again once we were by the fitting room, away from Anisha.
“Make sure it shows the shape of her body and does not hide them. I want to see my girl’s curves when I have her moaning under me.”
“How about this one?”
‘This one’ being a blue-green tulle dress.
I couldn’t do anything but just nod stupidly, my bottom lip bitten with my teeth.
What could I say? She looked fucking good in every single one.
Cosette had been trying on dress after dress for thirty minutes now, and I swear to god, she’s been teasing me because she would always just strip and change in front of me on the little pedestal in the center of the room instead of going inside the actual changing room.
And mirrors surrounded us everywhere. I could see every goddamn salacious curve of my girl.
“Dex,” Cosette groaned. “You’re not helping. You literally like all of them.”
I watched her slip the dress up and off her body for the nth time, grabbing the next one, a silky purple dress with a cowl neckline, a slit going up to her knee.
The moment she put it on, it took away my breath as it hugged her body to a T, showing the right amount of her breasts that I’m imagining could showcase a lovebite if I were to leave one. The slit could help with easy access, too.
Let’s test that out, shall we?
I stood up from where I was sitting, coming close and grabbing her by the waist to turn her around to zip the dress up for her.
“Want to know how I really feel about every dress you’ve tried on?” I asked, my voice raspy as I bit and tugged on her earlobe, pressing my hard on against the valley between her butt cheeks.
Cosette raised her brow, looking at my reflection. “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t this what you want? Prove a point. Get me on my fucking knees and erase the memory ofherblowing me. Maybe… even for revenge.”
Eyes meeting mine through the mirror, set in a challenge, I knew I had read her intentions correctly.
As I turned her around once more, I leaned in to kiss her neck, and gazed into the mirror over her shoulder, observing her face in the reflection. Her eyes were already shut, clearly welcoming my affectionate touch.
After slowly guiding her backwards until her back hit the wall, I trailed kisses down her arm, moving to a kneeling position in front of her. I took her left leg, before I set a path of heat up her inner thigh with my lips.
I was right. The slit helps.
“Look at me and how I pleasure you,” I mumbled, pressing my tongue against the moist spot on her white cotton panties as I hooked her knee over my shoulder. “And I want you to watch your face just like how I see it. Beautiful, especially when I’m making you come.”
Without another moment’s notice, I bit on the fabric of her panties to the side before I let my tongue lick up a stripe between her folds.
I didn’t falter when I hardened my tongue to press it against her entrance, dipping in, as my nose moved against her clit.
She was already twitching, hand coming down to grip my hair, and I was pleased to see that she had her eyes open. Watching me on my knees or her face like I told her to do, I don’t fucking care.
I just want her tosee.
To remember this moment if or when we come back to this shop.
Or if she does remember the incident with Roxy, I want her to remember that I made up for it by giving her the best fucking head she’d ever receive yet.
I didn’t go slow. I wanted her orgasm, and I wanted it now.
Unfortunately, I do need my nose to breathe.
With my lips closing around her clit instead, I didn’t leave her feeling empty, shoving two of my fingers inside her tight pussy, hooking it the way I knew would send her screaming out a moan.
