Panties On Sale [M]dutchess_sandraJune 26 2010, 12:33:28 UTC
I give a startled cry when I look up in the dressing room’s mirror and Damon is suddenly behind me, staring at me, staring at my barely dressed reflection.
“What the hell are you doing in here, Damon?” I whisper, afraid that anyone might hear us.
“I was bored,” he all but pouts. “I couldn’t find anything nice, and you have been in here for hours.”
I smile at his expression. “You’re silly you know, that? I’m sure there are some more black shirts for you to try on. And I haven’t been in here for ‘hours’, I barely have had time to try on two outfits.”
A shiver runs down my spine as he lifts my hair off my shoulder, presses his lips to the bare skin and studies my bra and panties clad figure in the mirror. I see the devilish gleam in his eyes when he whispers “I think I like this outfit best” in my ear.
My breath hitches as his left arm suddenly wraps around my waist, pulling me flush against him, and the all too familiar arousal pools low and needy in my gut when I see and feel his right hand teasingly play across my lower belly.
“Damon, you -we- can’t do this! Not here! I hiss, but all the answer I get is that damn knowing smirk looking back at me in the mirror as his long and talented fingers slowly make their way into my panties.
My head drops back against his shoulder hard as he grazes over my wet center and a whimpering sigh makes its way out of my gaping mouth; sounding far, far too loud in the tiny space.
“Ssh, be quiet,” he growls against my neck, slowly licking the throbbing vain there, and making me shake with an uncontrollable want.
This place, the image of my body against his black figure, the way his hand is moving inside my panties and the unnerving stare of his eyes over my shoulder has got me so pent up that the light rubbing sensation over my clit is already almost enough to push me over the edge.
The movements of his fingers become more urgent. He loves making me come, loves the control he has over my body and I force myself almost painfully hard against his hand.
“Come on, Elena, let me see you come, watch yourself come,” he groans. And that’s all I need to let go. I see the flush cover my body, see my hips hunch up, ripping my panties with the sudden movement and that’s all can take before my eyes roll back and my body quivers and shakes while his fingers keep going in that agonizing rhythm.
When the sensations finally have me slumped back against his body, I realize that I somehow managed to stop myself from crying his name out loud by biting my lip pretty hard.
He smiles when he turns me around. His tongue swiping the drop of blood off of my bottom lip and winks at me “See Elena, the next time you want to go shopping and I suggest we stay in my bed, you better go with my suggestion, because no matter what, I always get what I want.”
“Cocky bastard,” I grin when I push him through the dressing room’s door “it’s a good thing I noticed that the panties were on sale, ‘cause this is the third pair you’ve ruined this week.”
I can still hear his laughter when I quickly dress, suddenly very eager to go home.
“What the hell are you doing in here, Damon?” I whisper, afraid that anyone might hear us.
“I was bored,” he all but pouts. “I couldn’t find anything nice, and you have been in here for hours.”
I smile at his expression. “You’re silly you know, that? I’m sure there are some more black shirts for you to try on. And I haven’t been in here for ‘hours’, I barely have had time to try on two outfits.”
A shiver runs down my spine as he lifts my hair off my shoulder, presses his lips to the bare skin and studies my bra and panties clad figure in the mirror. I see the devilish gleam in his eyes when he whispers “I think I like this outfit best” in my ear.
My breath hitches as his left arm suddenly wraps around my waist, pulling me flush against him, and the all too familiar arousal pools low and needy in my gut when I see and feel his right hand teasingly play across my lower belly.
“Damon, you -we- can’t do this! Not here! I hiss, but all the answer I get is that damn knowing smirk looking back at me in the mirror as his long and talented fingers slowly make their way into my panties.
My head drops back against his shoulder hard as he grazes over my wet center and a whimpering sigh makes its way out of my gaping mouth; sounding far, far too loud in the tiny space.
“Ssh, be quiet,” he growls against my neck, slowly licking the throbbing vain there, and making me shake with an uncontrollable want.
This place, the image of my body against his black figure, the way his hand is moving inside my panties and the unnerving stare of his eyes over my shoulder has got me so pent up that the light rubbing sensation over my clit is already almost enough to push me over the edge.
The movements of his fingers become more urgent. He loves making me come, loves the control he has over my body and I force myself almost painfully hard against his hand.
“Come on, Elena, let me see you come, watch yourself come,” he groans. And that’s all I need to let go. I see the flush cover my body, see my hips hunch up, ripping my panties with the sudden movement and that’s all can take before my eyes roll back and my body quivers and shakes while his fingers keep going in that agonizing rhythm.
When the sensations finally have me slumped back against his body, I realize that I somehow managed to stop myself from crying his name out loud by biting my lip pretty hard.
He smiles when he turns me around. His tongue swiping the drop of blood off of my bottom lip and winks at me “See Elena, the next time you want to go shopping and I suggest we stay in my bed, you better go with my suggestion, because no matter what, I always get what I want.”
“Cocky bastard,” I grin when I push him through the dressing room’s door “it’s a good thing I noticed that the panties were on sale, ‘cause this is the third pair you’ve ruined this week.”
I can still hear his laughter when I quickly dress, suddenly very eager to go home.
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