“Touch yourself again,” he urges, breathless. His strokes are hurried, and his body has all but melted into my bed covers. He’s nearing too.
Feeling bold, I reach into my panties again and stroke myself. It feels so good.
We watch each other as we pleasure ourselves. We get completely lost in each other, in the moment. A delicious tingle runs up my spine as my climax nears. I drown in it, savoring every second. I moan out loud because I want him to know how good he makes me feel. He catches up to me as I settle down. I still touch myself, trying to draw out the last remaining droplets of pleasure as I watch him delight in his own. He’s beautiful as he orgasms, and I know this is a moment I’ll certainly never forget.
When he comes to, I throw myself on the bed, and snuggle up close. He’s suddenly shy as I stroke his arm. “You were beautiful,” I say. “I loved that. You are such a naughty boy.”
He smiles. “I promise this wasn’t what I initially intended.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Honestly,” he says. “I thought you’d be shy and demure, and I’d just feast on the sight of your beautiful naked body, but you were playful and sexy as sin. You were driving me crazy.”
I laugh. “It’s the wine.”
“Well, you should drink more often.”
“Probably not at work though,” I point out.
“Yes, it wouldn’t be good for Rosetta to find us like this.”
“You could always lock the door,” I suggest. “For privacy.”
“But then she’d know something was up.”
She already knows, I want to scream, but I let it go.
He untangles himself from me. “I’m just going to go wash up. You stay there on the bed, and when I get back, we’ll slip on that gorgeous dress.”
“You want to try it on first?” I tease.
He shakes his head, and scurries to the ensuite.
I stare at the light fixture on my bedroom ceiling, still not believing what just happened. It was so dirty, yet kind of romantic. It was weird. It’s certainly not something I ever did with Donovan. Donovan and I had good sex, but not too many theatrics, nothing too original. He always made sure I came though. He was very selfless that way. The few times I didn't left him upset.
Weston reaches for the dress, and carefully unzips the bodice. He’s cautious when he removes it from the mannequin. I sit on the edge of the bed in nothing but my panties, eagerly awaiting the fitting. He motions me to stand, and he carefully splays the dress in front of me on the floor. I daintily walk into it, and he slowly pulls it up my body. He wraps the bodice around my torso, and orders me to turn around. He kisses my shoulder as he slowly works the zip up.
He laughs as he reaches my chest. “Sorry, Grasshopper. It doesn’t fit.”
I’m kind of devastated, but not surprised. “It doesn’t?”
“Nope. I could force it, but you probably don’t want me to do that.”
“No, the dress is too beautiful,” I tell him. “I guess I’ll just need to lose some weight.”
He bites my shoulder, just a nibble. “Don’t you dare. I love you just the way you are.”
My breath hitches.I love you.He could have saidI like you,but he didn’t. I shake my head. I’m getting way ahead of myself here. I can’t get too attached. I can’t have any expectations. This is just fun. We’re having naughty fun. Nothing more.
“Okay, Sir. I promise I won’t lose an inch.”
“Good girl. Yes, the dress is stunning, but it can stay on the mannequin. I’ll buy you a new dress, even more beautiful.”
I turn to him. “You don’t have to do that, silly. I don’t need a dress. I never go anywhere fancy.”
He sighs. “Now, that needs to be rectified, Grasshopper. A woman should always have an occasion to wear a beautiful dress.”
“Well, last time I checked, I wasn’t a princess,” I point out, a little snarky.
