go. The pressure in my center was unbearable. It was painful anticipation, an urge that couldn't be realized.
“Please!” I begged against his lips.
“Now. Now, girl!” he whispered. He bit my tongue softly and pulled me close to him, drove his fingers deep inside.
“Oh, oh! Ohhhhh—” He caught my cries of orgasm with his mouth pressed hard over mine. I bucked against him, and he worked my clit while the waves of pleasure took me. It went on and on, sharp, undulating sensation. By the end I clung to his neck, far too weak to stand of my own accord.
“Oh, Jeremy!” He shushed me and slowly drew his sodden fingers out of my slit and up the front of the garter belt and cincher I wore. I watched the broad, blunt fingers slide against the delicate pink material and then snake around my hip. I peered up into avid blue eyes. He looked down at me with an expression I couldn't quite read.
“Thank you, Jeremy,” I whispered.
“Don't thank me. I did that for me.”
“Monsieur,” came Madame's muted voice from outside the curtain. “Will Mademoiselle be needing any more things?”
Mademoiselle got plenty more things, but all Mademoiselle could think about was whether Madame could smell the scent of sex in the air when she came back in to continue the fitting, or notice the carnal promise in Jeremy's eyes as he continued staring at me. If she noticed the sharp smell of female arousal permeating the small room, she was too professional to let it show. She laid the set I had on, smeared with my essence, on the purchase pile. From then on, each time she produced panties, I stood stiffly to keep from soaking the gussets, while Jeremy looked on with a smile. When she produced a thong, I asked to be excused to the powder room first.
We were there another hour before Jeremy finished shopping and instructed Madame to have it delivered to the house. “ Tonight ,” he specified. “ We leave tomorrow on a long trip .”
From the way he hustled me into the car and dragged me home, I thought I'd at least be giving him a blowjob as soon as we got inside, but he left me without a word and went off to do other things. I spent the rest of the afternoon packing and double-checking everything with Kyle and Bonita's help. I'd be living out of a suitcase for the next four months, and I wanted to get it right.
While I packed late into the night and Kyle ran around like a chicken with its head cut off, Jeremy went to a “bon voyage” dinner with some friends. I wasn't invited, but I understood completely. By the time he got home after midnight, I didn't hold out much hope that he'd ask for me. By twelve thirty I had brushed my teeth and headed to bed.
I set my alarm and looked over once more at my suitcases, packed and ready to go in the corner. Just as I put my head on the pillow I heard a soft knock.
He opened the door without waiting for a response. He stood watching me for a long while, and I sat still where I was. He was completely dressed, and he didn't look amorous; he looked irate. I was suddenly terrified he'd come to tell me it was all over, that he didn't want me after all.
“What is it?” I finally said, when I couldn't stand another second of anxiety.
“Are you all packed?”
“Yes, Jeremy.”
“We leave tomorrow.”
“Yes, I know.”
He was agitated, anxious.
“What can I do, Jeremy?” I asked softly in the silence.
He strode over to the bed with a frustrated sigh and sat down on the edge of it.
“I want to fuck you now, but I didn't want it to be like this, late, when you're tired and I'm tired. You know, the first time.”
Oh God. He wanted it to be special. I didn't know whether to snicker or start bawling again.
“You looked so beautiful today, and I've wanted you so badly, but I've been busy. All this stuff at work, stuff I have to do to get ready for the shoot.” He waved his hands and
“Please!” I begged against his lips.
“Now. Now, girl!” he whispered. He bit my tongue softly and pulled me close to him, drove his fingers deep inside.
“Oh, oh! Ohhhhh—” He caught my cries of orgasm with his mouth pressed hard over mine. I bucked against him, and he worked my clit while the waves of pleasure took me. It went on and on, sharp, undulating sensation. By the end I clung to his neck, far too weak to stand of my own accord.
“Oh, Jeremy!” He shushed me and slowly drew his sodden fingers out of my slit and up the front of the garter belt and cincher I wore. I watched the broad, blunt fingers slide against the delicate pink material and then snake around my hip. I peered up into avid blue eyes. He looked down at me with an expression I couldn't quite read.
“Thank you, Jeremy,” I whispered.
“Don't thank me. I did that for me.”
“Monsieur,” came Madame's muted voice from outside the curtain. “Will Mademoiselle be needing any more things?”
Mademoiselle got plenty more things, but all Mademoiselle could think about was whether Madame could smell the scent of sex in the air when she came back in to continue the fitting, or notice the carnal promise in Jeremy's eyes as he continued staring at me. If she noticed the sharp smell of female arousal permeating the small room, she was too professional to let it show. She laid the set I had on, smeared with my essence, on the purchase pile. From then on, each time she produced panties, I stood stiffly to keep from soaking the gussets, while Jeremy looked on with a smile. When she produced a thong, I asked to be excused to the powder room first.
We were there another hour before Jeremy finished shopping and instructed Madame to have it delivered to the house. “ Tonight ,” he specified. “ We leave tomorrow on a long trip .”
From the way he hustled me into the car and dragged me home, I thought I'd at least be giving him a blowjob as soon as we got inside, but he left me without a word and went off to do other things. I spent the rest of the afternoon packing and double-checking everything with Kyle and Bonita's help. I'd be living out of a suitcase for the next four months, and I wanted to get it right.
While I packed late into the night and Kyle ran around like a chicken with its head cut off, Jeremy went to a “bon voyage” dinner with some friends. I wasn't invited, but I understood completely. By the time he got home after midnight, I didn't hold out much hope that he'd ask for me. By twelve thirty I had brushed my teeth and headed to bed.
I set my alarm and looked over once more at my suitcases, packed and ready to go in the corner. Just as I put my head on the pillow I heard a soft knock.
He opened the door without waiting for a response. He stood watching me for a long while, and I sat still where I was. He was completely dressed, and he didn't look amorous; he looked irate. I was suddenly terrified he'd come to tell me it was all over, that he didn't want me after all.
“What is it?” I finally said, when I couldn't stand another second of anxiety.
“Are you all packed?”
“Yes, Jeremy.”
“We leave tomorrow.”
“Yes, I know.”
He was agitated, anxious.
“What can I do, Jeremy?” I asked softly in the silence.
He strode over to the bed with a frustrated sigh and sat down on the edge of it.
“I want to fuck you now, but I didn't want it to be like this, late, when you're tired and I'm tired. You know, the first time.”
Oh God. He wanted it to be special. I didn't know whether to snicker or start bawling again.
“You looked so beautiful today, and I've wanted you so badly, but I've been busy. All this stuff at work, stuff I have to do to get ready for the shoot.” He waved his hands and
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