"I keep it nearby so that I can use it at any time." She laughed in delight and shook her head.

  "Have you used it yet? Without me?" she pouted.

  "I haven't gotten myself off since I came home. I wanted to share that with you." And that had left him awfully aroused throughout the day. "You didn't let me get to the good part last night, so I saved it up for today." She snickered. "Are you happy to have tortured me?"

  "Yes. Very happy. No more interrupting our s.e.xy times!" she cheered. "I was so busy that I didn't have much time for myself, either. I guess we can't do much without each other anymore."

  Cage shrugged. "Wouldn't have it any other way. But then again…… if we had gone shopping together, the outcome would have been different. A quiet dressing room and me inspecting your clothes? I would tell you exactly what I wanted to do……" Katherine m.o.a.ned as she pictured it.

  "What makes you think I would let you come into the dressing room with me?" she said even though she would jump with joy at the idea.

  She hummed as her hand slipped under the mater of her bodysuit. His eyes widened at the sudden change and he scrambled to get out of his pants. She was laughing as she stroked herself and watched him panic to get off his boxers.

  Soon, he had opened the bottle of lotion and poured out a generous amount of lotion into his hand.

  "I bet you would have reacted the same way, putting your hand on your pretty p.u.s.s.y when I was in the dressing room with you. You'd let me watch you." Katherine wanted to laugh at the one-eighty degree change in his attitude. He had gone from looking like a horny teenager to a man who knew how to play her like an instrument.

  "There were a lot of mirrors in there, too."

  He stroked his c.o.c.k. He smiled when he saw how she was looking at his member. She pushed the material further away, giving him an excellent view of her. He clenched his eyes shut when she slid a single finger along her clit.

  'Damnit. So hot.' But then he remembered that he couldn't miss a single second. This was a gift from the universe, it would be disastrous to waste.

  Cage began to work his c.o.c.k with his right hand. She watched him for a bit before she realized that she had stopped stroking herself. Sometimes it was so much more pleasurable to see your lover get pleasure than to feel it yourself. Also, she might have been ruined forever. He had set the standard too high and she might not be able to come without his presence any longer.

  She spread her legs further when she heard him speak. The tables had turned quickly. She had wanted to tease him, but he had somehow managed to take control of the scene. Well, whatever. As long as they came.

  "When you put on those clothes, I would touch them and feel if they were worthy of being against your skin. They should be soft and comfortable, don't you think?"

  Hell yes to good quality products and Cage's hands on her body. She managed to squeeze out a 'yes' as she swiped her fingers over her clit once again. She could feel herself getting wetter.

  "I'd run my hands down your sides, feeling the fit of the clothes…… how it should hug your perfect body." She could imagine him sitting on the chair inside the dressing room and touching her like she was touching herself. "I would touch every inch of your body: your b.r.e.a.s.ts, your stomach, your legs. Until I reached down to stroke your p.u.s.s.y while you stand there, posing for me."

  Katherine bit her lip subconsciously. When he talked to her that way, she was going to die. Coupled with the fact that he didn't skip a beat as he stroked his c.o.c.k…… she was jealous. She wanted to replace his hand with her mouth. She also wanted her fingers to be his.

  This confused her for a second before she regained her thoughts.

  "I'd take my c.o.c.k out because there is no way I could just touch you when you looked like that. I'd need to be inside you."

  She hummed. It would be just like him to f.u.c.k her right there in the dressing room while her friends and a plethora of strangers were just a foot away. She wouldn't stop him either.

  She slid two fingers insider her and felt unsatisfied. What a poor substitute for his c.o.c.k. But that was all she had on hand right now. She couldn't very well take out her toys. That would take too much time.

  "Would you let me take you in the dressing room?" Was that even a question worthy of being asked? Of course.

  She opened her mouth to speak, "God……" she said, her fingers stopping their motion inside her as her mouth widened and she yawned. "yes," she finished, mostly feeling ashamed. The yawn had come so suddenly that she hadn't even had the time to cover her mouth.

  Now he had seen the universe. She wanted to slap herself. How could she possibly be sleepy while he was on call? She was almost scared that he wouldn't understand.

  "Oh my god, I am so sorry. I promise I am not sleepy," she rambled. Before she could go into an explanation, she heard him laugh. His head was thrown back and she could see his bare throat. If it was a less embarrassing situation, she would have told him how much she wanted to bite him.

  "Don't apologize. You worked hard today. As did I," he said softly. He wanted to stroke her hair to reassure her. Damned screen. "We can do this some other time," he reassured.

  "But you're hard and I am wet!" she protested. There was no way she would get any sleep with how horny she was, but he was implying that she could.