12. Josie
At first, I thought of him as nothing more than another face in the crowd with a striking resemblance to my man. Shaggy hair, an oversized hoodie, and a pair of wide-brim sunglasses were almost enough to conceal him. Almost. But I’ve spent too many nights observing every one of his features from toe to tip to be fooled so easily.
Still, I’ve gotta hand it to him. He wants to be my protector, and it seems this role has strayed further now than the sullen depths of the Sunken Sailor.
I don’t know when I decided to test his resolve. Somewhere between buying new shoes and a sexy dress for his eyes only. But where better than a lingerie store to make the move? Surrounded by erotic clothing with a fire aching in your loins, I’d break down my own inhibitions while my hopes are that Luca won’t have any left.
And so, after selecting a few sets, I disappear into the changing room. The shop is big enough, with counters aplenty, to make my disappearance easy, but still small enough to hear Luca if he enters and speaks to the woman behind the register. Not that she’s paying much mind to what’s going on, flipping through her phone and chuckling at whatever she sees.
Perfect.
I wouldn’t want someone alert here anyway.
The changing room is a tight rectangle with a small bench, a hook for clothes, and a mirror on one side. It’s a white-walled dungeon of medical proportions until the cheap carpet flooring.
I strip from my outfit and pull on the bodysuit I snagged on my way over. A size too small, it hugs my body tight, props my breasts together, and makes them far more revealing than they ought to be. I spend my time inspecting myself in the mirror, deliberating if I should try something else, but mostly killing time in hopes that Luca will bust through the door.
What a silly thought. What if he doesn’t come at all? I could be standing in here for the next hour, two even, and he might never show himself.
“I’m looking for someone.” Luca’s voice sends my fears straight to the back of my mind. His hushed tone doesn’t do much in the way of silencing his rich, husky voice.
“What?” the woman asks.
The softest of growls pierces through the thin wooden door. I’d recognize that noise anywhere.
Here goes nothing.
I unhook the tiny latch of the changing room door and step out. It’s down a short corridor, and the third room in the back narrowly avoids the cashier’s sight line. Luca, on the other hand, can see everything.
As quiet as I tried to be, his head snaps to me, jaw nearly smashing through the floor at the sight of my new outfit.
I raise a single finger and use it to beckon him towards me. As if locked in a trance, unable to speak, to think, Luca comes.
“If I could make you come with a single finger, imagine what I can do with the rest.”
Luca scoffs a half-laugh. “I’m not the one who’s going to cum,” he says bluntly.
I fight the urge to blush, but the heat filtering to my cheeks tells me I’m failing. I raise the finger I waggled a moment before to get him here in pause.
“Naughty boy,” I tease. “You’ve been following me.”
“A guardian angel can’t only work at night.” Suddenly and without warning, Luca wraps a hand around my waist. His fingers touch part fabric, but mostly my bare ass, and he pulls me into the changing room.
The last thing I hear is an audible, “Ugh, not again” from the cashier before Luca latches the small door once again.
He wastes no time taking me into his arms. Our mouths meeting in intense unification while his hands begin to explore this newfound attire. He’s seen me in oversized jackets and daisy dukes….
Well, maybe he’s seen a lot more than that, but this is the first time he’s getting to witness me in far better lighting and no punishment on the menu.
“How do I look?” I whisper between kisses. He barely gives me time to catch my breath, let alone get the words out.
“Fucking stunning.” His hands trail the length of my body. They squeeze my ass before snaking their way to my breasts and resting there, cupped.
I do my own exploration of him. Finding the curves of his body, gliding fingers between the grooves of his deep musculature that protrudes even through the layers he’s wearing. But it doesn’t take long for his manhood to make itself known. The thick slab of meat presses against my belly, while Luca gets a firm grip on my neck and yanks me tighter against his frame.
Peppered kisses find their way down my cheek before the long lashes of his hungry tongue strike my neck. New sensations of electric satisfaction pulse through my body and force the tiny hairs across my neck to stand up high. Involuntary cooing suffocates any words I try to speak and inspires primal, brutish noises to rumble within Luca’s chest.
“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” Luca whispers. Hot breath tickles my ear but the kind words and gentle tones are dampened by his actions.
He grabs my hips in a firm hold and guides me back until my knees buckle against the small stool. I crumble on top of it, but before there’s a moment to parse what’s happening, Luca’s on his knees, hands plastered to my thighs, easing them apart.
“M-me t-too.”
His touch so close to my womanhood alone is enough to break my brain. I can’t think straight, let alone talk. But with how Luca’s licking his lips, I can’t see there being much in the way of conversation.
The fingers that parted my legs trail along soft flesh until they find their first touch of fabric. They hook and tug against the material. The friction of material brushing against my pussy has me squealing in sheer delight. And where I know I should be quiet, considering our setting, I can’t help but make the noises.
“Are you ready?” Luca’s fingers grasp the tiny button holding together my one-piece. His head moves between my legs, lips finding a place against my thigh moving ever closer to my core.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life.”
My confirmation sends Luca to action. With expert precision, he snaps the button with one hand while the other finds its way between my legs. His mouth continues along its path, yet moves slower and slower as he nears. He rests two fingers above my clit. Pleasure instantly consumes my insides, mounting a fierce tension in my belly.
Fuck, Luca doesn’t need to do much to get my engines revving. A single look is enough to drive me crazy, but having him touch me like this is a whole other level.
His digits move in slow, rhythmic circles to start, and his kisses along my inner leg are similarly soft. But the closer his face gets to its prize, the more ferocious each action becomes. Light rubbing turns to firm, haphazard movements. Gentle kisses become ferocious and hungry, with teeth and tongue finding their way all along my skin.
I lose control of my body as he goes. Shaky legs and short rapid breaths are all I can muster. Warmth swells through my core, reaching my sensitive pussy, and liquid gushes down my legs. I’ve orgasmed before but never like this. Never at the hands of a man who knows what he wants and won’t stop until he has it.
“A little treat for me? You shouldn’t have,” Luca says, flinging his face into my soaked meat. He laps up my juices and lets his fingers continue to do their work against my nub.
I’m blushing again. I can’t say for certain how I know it with all these newfound sensations ripping across my body, but I do. Even the butterflies in my tummy are different somehow. Vigilant and aware that I’m crossing the boundary of being a woman.
Then it happens.
Luca’s fingers are replaced by his tongue. It’s warm and soft against my engorged clit. My legs collapse around his head, and I emit a squeal of sheer elation.
A thick finger finds my opening and slides in without resistance. It’s slow and deliberate, while his tongue moves in random, excruciatingly delightful patterns against my clit.
The first orgasm came easy and the second easier still. Rattling and shaking, I can”t control my erratic limbs. My legs tighten around Luca’s head and my arms fly forward until I’m grasping handfuls of Luca’s black hair.
Luca moves back briefly, but I don’t let him get far before pulling his face back to where it’s meant to be.
“Cum-hungry little thing.” Luca doesn’t look up while speaking. His gaze is firmly fixed on my slit.
Damn, he could say anything to me right now and I’d melt into a puddle…more of a puddle. Who am I kidding? He could say anything to me anytime, and I would have the same reaction.
“Well, I…” is as far as I get. I can’t find words, locked in a state of euphoria.
Luca’s head bobs between my thighs once more. The soft pad of his tongue runs up the length of my slit before the sharp point penetrates me. Again, I clutch at handfuls of hair, whimpers, squeals, and moans leaving my lips.
But he doesn’t stay down long this time. No, before I can pull him back, Luca pulls himself away and stands upright. His enormous frame towers over my messy body, soaked in a beautiful mixture of his saliva and my wetness.
“Are you ready?” he asks, hands reaching dangerously close to his belt.
I am. More than you’ll ever know.
I nod my head. It barely moves, and this causes Luca to raise a brow.
“Nervous?” He cups my cheek. The liquid running down his chin glistens beneath the overly flattering lights of the small cubicle.
Again, I nod.
“And why’s that?”
“It’s, uhm.” My voice sounds hollow, scared. Try as I might to put on the big, strong girl act, at heart I’m still the same bundle of nerves who couldn’t approach Luca for months. “It’s my first time.”
“Your first time?” Luca asks. His face scrunches in an emotion I wouldn’t know where to place. “You’re a virgin?”
“I am.”
A corner of his lip curls up in a wicked smile.
“My, my, my little lamb. You’re full of surprises,” he says. “Then, let this serve as a taste for the magnificent experience that will soon befall you.”
“Soon?” I stand up.
No. It’s not going to end right now, is it? All the planning it took to get in this room just to be shot down?
“Yes. I’m not going to take your innocence in a mall changing room. It wouldn’t be right.”
Luca’s words both send a wave of relief and a crushing weight over me.
“Get your things, buy your clothes, and go home. I’ll pick you up from your place, and we’ll do this right.”
I throw my arms over his shoulders and hold him tight. “Thank you.”