Chapter 31 #2
She’ll find out soon enough that I found her notes app full of her clothing wish lists. They’re all en route, and she’s going to have to come to my place to get them.
This is the first time I’ve seen her doll herself up, and my dick is fucking saluting her for it.
I was already at half-mast after seeing the outline of her nipples through the T-shirt she stole from me, and now I’m even harder.
Watching her add waves to her hair and line her eyes, I’m half tempted to cancel dinner and ruin all her efforts because—fuck—she’d look perfect with mascara streaming down her face and her lipstick smeared around my cock.
The sentiment remains even as she applies the finishing touches, and I move to sit at the edge of the bed to get closer to her when she finally ventures nearer to sate her curiosity.
Mina chews on the inside of her cheek as she pulls two boxes out of the bag. The top is thinner than the bottom. Her jaw drops at the logo. She moves lightning quick, throwing the lid open, then carefully unwraps the paper. Her eyes widen with familiarity when she holds the garment up.
“This . . . This dress costs over two grand.”
“Does it?” It was three. If she thinks that’s bad, she doesn’t want to know how much her new living suite costs.
“Are you sure?” Cautious hope tints her voice.
I nod once.
Actually, I change my mind. She can take her time getting used to being spoiled if she acts as if I bought her the moon. I’ve worked too hard to get where I am to not feel smug about the look of awe painted on her face.
She gently sets the dress back down and goes to the next box, peeling back the paper with the barely restrained excitement of someone freaking out that they got a puppy for their birthday.
I’m fairly certain she squeaks when she realizes it’s the boots that have shown up a great many times in her search history.
“Holy shit.”
That was definitely a squeal.
“H-how did you know I wanted them?”
I debate lying since it’ll help her get over the whole mutual stalking thing faster. Instead, I settle for, “I saw them and knew they’d suit you.”
Red crawls up her neck, but she’s too busy looking at her gifts to register my answer. That pleases me for about two seconds. By the third, I’m realizing it’s possible to be jealous of fucking shoes.
“Put the dress on,” I tell her.
Mina’s dark-brown eyes snap up to me, and something shifts. There’s a tremor in her hand as she sets the boots down. I frown. What’s that from? Nerves?
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?”
“Stalking is 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 only now noticing 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.
Mina was made for this dress. The nude paneling beneath the black lace off-the-shoulder top looks like it’s see through. It attaches to an asymmetric leather skirt that drapes from one hip and hugs her curves. It cuts off just shy of her ass, so her spider tattoo is on display.
She watches me expectantly, as if she’s waiting for rejection. I close the distance, grabbing her hip to turn her slowly, then stand close enough to feel her ass brush against my cock. I drag my lips along her exposed shoulder as I move her hair to the side.
“You look perfect, baby,” I praise against her warm skin.
Her answering shiver tells me that’s precisely what she wanted to hear.
I fish the jewelry box out of my pocket and clasp the silver kite-shaped black sapphire choker around her neck.
It’s only fair. I stole her necklace; she should get a replacement.
I inch back, and she wrongly takes it as an opening to face me.
“Wait. You’re forgetting something.” I bend her over the bed, watching her skirt ride up.
She gasps. “Wha-what are you—”
“Accessorizing.”
The last part of her gift. I push her panties to the side and slide my fingers into her waiting cunt. She soaks my hand in an instant. We curse at the same time as her walls slam around me, and I pump my fingers into her without giving her a chance to adjust.
“Don’t forget to smile,” I whisper against her ear, winding my fist around her hair to angle her face toward the camera hidden within her bookshelf.
“Leo—” Her voice breaks as she claws at the bedsheets.
The sounds coming from her are nothing short of lewd. She arches her back and widens her stance for nothing because the moment I crook my fingers and hit the spot that always makes her buck in her sleep, she collapses onto the bed, and I withdraw my hand temporarily.
Her ensuing gasp is one of betrayal, followed by panic when I push her final present against her entrance.
“L—” She chokes off when her pussy swallows the purple toy without any effort.
And because I’m a gentleman, I rub my girl’s clit while I grab my phone out of my pocket, click into the app I downloaded, and adjust the dial on the screen. Mina jerks the moment the vibration starts, squirming against the bed when I increase the levels.
The blankets do a good job of muffling her curses, but pulling away and turning off the toy silences her altogether.
Mina weakly pushes herself up onto her hands and trembles as she turns to sit, legs falling open to give me a perfect picture of the wet mess we made, and the purple antenna coming out of her pussy.
Her mascara is smeared around her eyes, part of a wing is cut short, and her lipstick is gone.
The hair she had perfectly styled minutes ago sticks up at odd ends while she stares at me with a mixture of lust, confusion, shock, and anger.
“Good, you’re all ready to go now,” I tell her.
How unfortunate. I guess I ruined her makeup after all.