Wicked Wednesday #194 — Shoes

Rafe watched Eliza lift her foot up to take off her Louboutins. He stared at the red blur beneath her ass, and he walked up behind her. She almost lost her balance, but he held her arms.

Standing impressively on one foot, she leaned into him.

She knew he had her.

He looked at her face in the mirror. Her sheer bralette was like she was not wearing a bra at all, and he saw her nipples were hard. She put her foot down, and stepped on his foot which he barely felt as he unsnapped her bra. The cups of her bra rolled up, and her breasts were exposed underneath.

Rafe had wanted to fuck her for a very long time, and now he was about to. He wanted her because she was his. He wanted her because she was amazing to him.

He would have had sex with her in the lingerie shop, if she had not walked out and saw Margaux. It was odd to see Margaux in that place while he was having an amorous afternoon with Eliza. But he did like seeing the two of them together, especially with Eliza being so gracious.

Gracious in a way that he had not been able to return the favor. At least not with Oscar…

Just thinking about Oscar, made him cup Eliza’s breast with fierce possession. It was not like he owned her, but it was like if she was his for the moment he had to seize her.

Eliza reached behind her, and grabbed his thighs. He stumbled on her heels as he walked her to the full-length mirror, his palm still cupping her breast and kissed her neck. Thinking about Oscar kissing her there—or anywhere—made him suck on the soft skin of her neck.

Rafe wished that he did not feel so possessive about her, that he could practice the same hospitality and graciousness that Eliza had when she was with Margaux. But it was hard for him to do so. He kissed her neck, and then met her eyes in the mirror. Eliza kicked the shoe that she had kicked toward the mirror, and pressed her hands on the glass. She had not put her panties on since they had been in the store. Her thighs were wet and quivered with a matching need for him, as he moved his fingers back and forth between her legs. She rode his fingers as he did, until he could not wait anymore for her.

To be inside her.

He never stopped looking at her, as he pounded in and out of her. Eliza liked it rough, and he could not be anything but rough now because he was so desperate for her. So desperate to keep a connection with her.

Neither of them stopped looking at the other as they came undone. Eliza pounded the glass so hard, he was afraid that she would break it. Rafe reached for her hand, and that simple touch made her shake with desire. She gasped for breath while looking at him, until she slacked and pressed her cheek to the glass.

They stayed like that for a long time, until Rafe touched the glass above her hands. Eliza straightened. Her breasts swayed and her skirt was up over her hips, as she bent to pick up her shoes and put them where they belonged…

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louboutins via wikipedia