Chapter 24 Peaches & Lace
PEACHES my mouth watering as I imagined her skimming off her jeans, tugging off her top, sliding on the lacy underthings.
I drew a deep breath, my lungs burning with desire for her.
The door creaked, and she peeked out. “Come see,” she whispered, and in an instant, I was standing, walking, stepping into the tiny dressing room with a cushioned stool in the corner.
She was hidden behind the door, and when she shut it, closing us into the small space, my heart tripped over itself.
She was so fucking beautiful. Peach lace hugged her curves, the tops of those luscious breasts luring me in like beacons of desire. I wanted to look everywhere at once, to touch all of her, to slam her against the wall and take her.
To savor her.
My eyes roamed her, landing on the underwear. A small section of white peeked out on the side. She must have left on a thong as she tried on the peach panties. “I had a feeling I’d be getting wet, so I left these on,” she said, tugging at the side.
“Are you? Wet?”
She nodded as she licked her lips. “I am. With the way you look at me.”
“I can’t stop looking at you,” I whispered, moving closer, running a hand down her bare arm, feeling goosebumps rise on her flesh. She gasped as I touched her. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
She shook her head as my fingers made their way to the soft flesh of her belly.
“You’re so gorgeous. So stunning. I couldn’t stop thinking of you today.”
“What were you thinking?” she asked, her breath shallow as my hands moved down to her legs, mapping her thighs, both soft and strong.
“Everything. How much I love being with you. How beautiful you are. How much I’m looking forward to taking you to the symphony.
Your ass. Your tits. Your belly. Your lips.
How much I missed you, even though I knew I’d see you soon,” I whispered, as I dropped down to my knees.
“I find myself looking forward to the time with you and then missing you when you’re not here. ”
She laughed softly. “You are dirty, and you are sophisticated at the same time. I’ve never known a man to say tits and ass and symphony in the same sentence,” she said, and then I heard a sharp intake of breath as I pressed a kiss to her new underwear.
I could smell her through the fabric, even through the layers.
I wanted to bury my face in her, my lips, my tongue, my cock.
I wanted to inhale her scent, to taste her arousal, to feel her flood my tongue.
I kissed her harder through her panties, and in seconds her hands were in my hair, gripping strands.
Her legs shook. Her nails cut into my skull.
I groaned as I kissed her panties a final time, biting her gently through the material, drawing out a sharp gasp from her.
Somehow I found the strength to stand up.
I pressed my hands against the dressing room wall, caging her in. “Obviously, I’m getting these for you.”
“Obviously.”
“You’re killing me,” I said, as I looped a finger into the waistband, tracing my fingertips across her. “You’re fucking killing me, and I love it.”
“Me too,” she said, her voice feathery and barely there. But I heard every sound in it. The sound of her desire that matched mine.
“You’ve become a habit,” I said as I moved to her neck, leaving a soft kiss against the hollow of her throat. I could feel her heart beating fast under her skin. As fast as mine. “One I don’t want to break.”
“I don’t want to either,” she said, and I pulled back to look her in the eyes. They were vulnerable, so open, like the rest of her. It was so hard for me to hold back. So hard to protect her from me when I wanted her this much. I refocused on the sex. The part of us that was undeniable.
I turned her around so she was looking in the mirror, then looped my arm around her belly, and dipped my hand inside her panties.
Her chest rose and fell and her eyes went hazy.
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you with my fingers right now,” I said roughly in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe with my teeth as I glided my fingers across her wet pussy.
“I want to slide my fingers inside you and watch your reflection as you come in this dressing room.”
She met my gaze in the mirror, lips parting on a muffled moan.
Then I stopped, removing my hand from her panties, a task that felt monumental given the way my cock was dying to break free.
“But I want to wait. I want to see you at Lincoln Center in a fancy dress, knowing you have on this underwear, and I want to be tortured all night being next to you, thinking about how much I want to be making you come, so by the time I finally do, it will be the only thing either of us wants in the world.”
“It’s all I want now already,” she said.
I turned her around and devoured her lips, as I unhooked her bra, slid off the peach panties, and then told her I’d meet her at the front of the store.
I left the dressing room, but before the door closed, I pushed it open wider. “Oh, and Michelle?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t touch yourself right now. I know you want to, but just don’t.”
She nodded. “I won’t.”
“Don’t when you go home to change either,” I told her, my voice firm. “Promise me you won’t.”
“I won’t.”
“And don’t when you put on the gift I left for you with your doorman.”
Her eyes widened. “You left a gift for me?”
“Yes. Wear it tonight.”