A short laugh flies from his mouth. “So does that mean you approve?”
“Oh yeah. You’re beautiful. Abso-fucking-lutely perfect. And I’m not so sure we’ll be able to do this little fashion show all in one day.”
He tugs at the strap of his bralette with a mischievous smile on his face, and my mouth goes dry when one side falls revealing his beaded nipple.
“Come here, Honey. Ven acá.” My tongue is practically hanging out when he shakes his head, dropping the other strap.
“Not yet. One more outfit and I will.”
“But what if I want to help you dirty each one in between outfit changes?”
He laughs. “The next time.”
“So, in an hour, then? You can work your way back after the last thing you show me.”
A snort comes from him and one of his hands lands on his hip. “Am I gonna have to put the cock cage on you?”
I cock my head, adjusting my erection as I spread my legs. “I mean, that could work too. I can leak all over it and then your arousal can mix with mine when it’s your turn.”
“Fuck.” He swallows hard and pushes down his cock when it peeks out the top of his waistband.
“Honey. Come here. Please. Te necesito.”
“What . . .” He licks his lips, the bottom one trembling along with his legs. “What was the last thing you said?”
“I need you.”
“I . . . you just had me.”
“I could have you a million times and I’d still need you.”
“You don’t know that. You can’t know that.”
“I’d get a lot closer to proving it to you if you came here.”
“Bottom drawer of my nightstand.”
“What about it?” I rub at my chin, looking at where he’s pointing.
“The cock cage. It’s in there. Put it on. I’ll let you touch me in each thing I change into, but you can’t come. Not until the last outfit. Then you can be the only one who gets to after edging me with you all this time.”
My tongue suddenly feels too big for my mouth. “And then you’ll wear the cage?”
“Yes.”
“Until morning? You’re making me wait so I think it’s only fair I get you back.” I grin, slowly opening the drawer to reach for the shiny item at the back.
“Until morning.” He swallows again, every muscle in his face and neck bulging.
“Go ahead and get to the next outfit,” I say, pulling out my cock to stroke it. I buck my hips and his whole body shudders.
“You’re touching yourself.”
“I am.” I speed up my hand movements and continue pumping into my fist. “I need to get soft before I can shove myself in the cage.”
“Yeah . . . right. I know that.”
“I’m sure you do.”
