My question is quickly confirmed when she rises to her full height unsteadily, avoiding eye contact. “Um, can you leave or turn around or something?” she asks as she clutches the dress to her chest, shoulders crawling forward like she’s trying to make herself look smaller.
“No.”
I stand to grab her elbow before she can make it more than two steps from the bed. Maybe I’m fucking thickheaded, but I don’t have the slightest clue about why she’s upset.
“I’ve watched you undress several times a day. Don’t get shy now.” I nod toward the hidden camera on her new bookshelf. “Next time, you can say cheese.”
She gapes at me. “How much have you been watching me?”
“Stalkingis a more accurate term. A hobby you’re familiar with and could do with some improvement on since you never noticed me.” I pry the dress out of her hands and set it on the bed. “Lift your arms.”
“What? Why?”
“I’m getting you out of my shirt.”
It seems to me she’s onlynownoticing she’s wearing the T-shirt she stole from me months ago. It’s cute that she’s alarmed by that fact. “I-I can undress myself.”
“I’m aware. Up.”
She wraps her arms around herself. “I should probably shower first. I’ll just be?—”
“Mina,” I say too sharply. Like fuck am I going to let her be self-conscious on my watch. “The night you hid under my bed, I was fucking my fist to a video of you touching yourself. I do it almost every night before I go to sleep. So let me take your top off, because I promise you, you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
The next breath out of her shudders. A couple seconds pass. Her mouth falls first, then her arms, eyelashes fluttering all bashful. If she weren’t wearing makeup, I’m certain she’d be bright pink.
I tug on the hem of the shirt, and she lets me, raising her arms as I pull the material up. The first glimpse of her little black panties with lacy trim just about has my knees buckling. Really, how important is it that we make it to dinner?
If I thought seeing her underwear was bad enough for my grasp on control, having her bare tits on display fucking wrecks me. I throw the shirt aside, and I lean down until my mouth latches onto one of her nipples before another thought registers outside of my brain.
God, she’s so fucking in tune with me. Without a second’s delay, her fingers are in my hair, and she arches into me, those sweet, low moans passing her painted lips.
“Fucking hell,” I rumble, grabbing the soft flesh and pinching the little bud between my fingers.
Mina presses her hips against me, and I nearly black out from feeling her stomach against my cock. I’m so fucking wound up like I’m a pathetic teenager again that precum is already leaking from my crown.
I shove my knee between hers, and her reaction is automatic. She grinds her cunt against my thigh. There’s nothing sweet or innocent about her moan that follows.
Because I can’t help myself, I grope her ass, then pull her underwear aside. I already know she’s fucking soaked. I could feel her saturated panties through my pants. The slide of my hand against her drenched pussy has me feeling like a goddamn king for getting her this wet just from playing with her pretty tits.
I’ve never considered myself to be an indecisive person, but fucking hell, I can’t decide whether to give her left or right breast more attention. I alternate between the two, flattening my tongue against them, pulling them into my mouth, and playing with the little nubs while she rides my palm laid flat against my thigh like she might die if she doesn’t.
Panting, I pull back, and bring my hand up to smear her wetness over her nipples. If I can’t come right now, neither can she.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to see them under the light?” I say, ingraining her almost-naked body into my memory.
The video we took the other night doesn’t compare to seeing her beneath the last vestiges of sunlight streaming in through the gauzy curtains. The dying golden rays kiss her bronze skin and make her breasts glisten in all the places my mouth touched.
It takes godlike effort to look away from the heavy rise and fall of her chest, to her face, where she watches me from beneath half-lowered eyelids. The cutest frustrated frown wrinkles her forehead while her death grip remains in my hair.
I grin at her, determined to ignore how badly my cock hurts from being denied the warmth of her cunt for so long. She clears her throat and instantly unlatches her fingers when I grip her wrist like I wasn’t about to come in my pants half a minute ago.
Each one of her breaths is shaky as I reach behind her to grab the dress off the bed and unzip it. In her adorably flustered state, she wobbles when I make her raise her arms so I can slip the gathered fabric over her head and down her body. It takes her a second to realize she needs to shimmy and wriggle around to get the skirt part past her hips.
Once she’s in and zipped, I step back to admire her.
That’s when I realize that I am well and truly fucked, because she’s not even fully dressed, and I already know for a fact that there is nothing I wouldn’t do for this woman. I knew it before I first saw her. I knew it all the times I watched her from a camera, and while she was fast asleep, and after every text she sent my way.
But now, that knowledge is cemented in my mind. There will never be a moment where I’m not certain she’s the most beautiful person on this Earth.
