It’s a haven of silicone and tiny motors and pleather and leather and feather and lace. Mia seems to shrink when she takes it all in.
I take her by the hand, kissing her fingers. “Let’s just poke around. We don’t have to get anything.”
“Okay,” she says, gathering herself and steeling her spine. I smile.
I decide to ease into it, and she follows me down an aisle of lingerie. I’m in the middle of imagining her in every single one of these outfits, particularly this one that’s made entirely of half inch wide strips of black leather, when I see her touch something else.
I move over to her, standing just behind her.
“I like this one,” she says, and I almost cry in agony.
It’s beautifully constructed, actually, not as harsh and sharp as the leather thing I was just looking at. It’s a teddy of some sort, made of a super fine white lace. I swallow.
“This would look fucking incredible on you,” I say, loving the way she blossoms under my compliments. I keep going, whispering into her ear. “I imagine the white of it pressing into your creamy skin, the way I would trace the edges around your tits, your pussy, right here,” I say, while running my finger around the ends.
She takes a step back into me, unconsciously, and I press my erection into her ass.
“Get it,” I tell her, and she takes it.
She has a little more confidence after this aisle, and we move more fluidly through the others.
“You know how you love when I play with these,” I say, pinching her nipples through her shirt. It’s my favorite day, a ‘Mia is braless day’.
She nods, breaths shallow.
“These feel like I’m doing it the whole time,” I tell her, about the nipple clamps. “You can also adjust the tension. Looser,” I demonstrate on her nipples, “or tighter,” I say, pinching down.
She throws it in the basket.
“I like how it feels when you put your finger up there,” she whispers, when we’re standing in another aisle. “This would be like you’re doing it the entire time?”
I’m slowly losing my mind, feeling a bit lightheaded from all the blood rushing to my cock. “Yeah. There are different sizes, widths. Some even vibrate.”
She picks up a silicone vibrating butt plug on the smaller side, throwing it in the basket. She then picks up a larger one, and puts that one in the basket, too.
“I think I’m dying,” I inform her.
Mia turns to me, pupils blown. “Let’s go,” she says.
I grab a giant bottle of lube at random and rush down the aisle.
She randomly grabs some sort of vibrating thing and throws it on the counter while we pay.
We all but sprint home.
I shove her up against the back of our front door a millisecond after we step in. We devour each other’s mouths, hungry and demanding and seeking, ripping each other’s clothes off until her sopping wet pussy is grinding up and down the length of my bare dick while I have her balanced in my arms and pushed up against the back of the door.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I’m telling her, licking up her neck, new bag of goodies forgotten, ready to tilt her hips and push in.
She pushes me away instead, putting her feet on the ground. “Nipple clamps,” she tells me bossily.
I huff a laugh. “Shit, okay, man-eater. Go sit on the couch.”
She sways those gorgeous hips over while I dig through our bag, pulling out the clamps and plug and lube.
I get on the ground between her knees, spreading them wider and opening her up. “Gorgeous,” I tell her. I take out the clamps and fiddle with the tiny knobs on the side. “Let’s start with this,” I say, taking the first clamp and looking at her face. It almost knocks me over, the look in her eyes. One of complete trust and lust and anticipation, andfuck.
I notch the clamp on her right nipple, watching her face as I slowly let it go. “Is that good?”
