By: antiaol
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A soft knock sounded at the door to the dressing room as Edward's voice lilted over the top, "Baby, can I come in?"
I rolled my eyes. Unless we were shopping for something for him, he acted like a five-year-old with ADD. I loved the man. I really, truly did. But after five years together, I was allowed my irritations. And this day had been chock full of them.
"I'll be out in a minute," I said, exasperated. "I'm almost done."
In all honesty, I was taking my time. These were the nicest fucking dressing rooms I'd ever seen in my entire life and I wasn't about to rush through this experience. Edward's mother had suggested we go check out the new mall that had just been completed in the more affluent part of town. We'd strolled through the entire expanse of the shopping center, just taking in the stores that carried only the very best of the best. We'd stopped here and there, before finally settling in Neiman Marcus. Edward had insisted that I look for something for myself, though I could see in his eyes that he wanted nothing more than to get the fuck out of dodge and go home.
So, I did what any good, loving wife would do.
I took him up on his offer and I shopped for myself.
I needed some new clothes for work anyhow, and this was the perfect time to try on a multitude of outfits; surrounded by rich, warm golden walls, a plush velvet settee, soft lighting and mirrors that hung on every surface, all of which seemed to take off ten pounds.
I was currently trying on a sophisticated white, button-up shirt paired with a gray, pinstriped pencil skirt. The shirt hugged my every curve, the buttons almost pulling against the weight of my breasts. I could see my red bra through the thin material and made a mental note that if I decided to purchase this, I would definitely have to wear a camisole under it at work. The skirt was fitted and hit just at my knee, providing the illusion that my legs were longer than they really were.
Turning from side to side, I took in my figure in the provided mirrors. I couldn't deny it, I had a smokin' body; curvaceous in all the right places, trim and taut in all others.
As I was taking in my reflection in the mirror, movement from the floor to ceiling door to the dressing room caught my eye and startled me. Before I could whip around and give whomever was invading my space a piece of my mind, Edward's shock of bronze hair poked around the corner, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
"I said I'd be right out, Edward," I huffed, though I couldn't help but smile a little at his adolescent behavior. "How'd you get the door open, anyhow?"
He stepped through the door, shutting and locking it behind him before he came further into the spacious dressing room.
"I wooed the sales woman." He smirked and held up a pair of very sexy, very red four-inch heels with a peep-toe. "She was practically swooning at the thoughtfulness of a husband bringing his wife a pair of shoes to try on with her outfit."
I spun around so I could face him, my eyes darting to the beautiful shoes dangling from his two fingers before settling back on his face. "Did you seriously get those for me to try on with this?" I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
He nodded and stepped closer to me, pulling me into his body as his hand gripped my waist, my arms automatically going to rest on his biceps. "Plus I thought it would give us better leverage as I fucked you up against these mirrors," he murmured in my ear, his voice low and menacing.
Before I could react, he dropped to his knees in front of me, picking up each foot and placing the shoes on them. I glanced above him at the mirror hanging on the back of the door and looked at the reflection of my legs in the three-way mirror directly behind me. My legs looked long and lean, the muscles in my calves flexed and sharp.
Edward's hands trailed up my smooth legs, his fingers sliding under the hem of my fitted skirt before he reached the edge of my panties and pulled them down in one swift motion.
I yelped in surprise, and Edward lifted first one leg, then the other, before ridding me of the tiny scrap of lace as he stood directly in front of me.
"There can be none of that, Bella," he whispered as his lips brushed the shell of my ear. "You wouldn't want that nice sales lady to come and see what all the commotion is all about, would you?"
I shook my head vigorously, biting my lip to keep from moaning - or worse yet, yelling a loud fuck at the top of my lungs - as Edward worked on the buttons of his jeans.
We had talked about this before - strictly in the fantasy sense - but never in a million years did I think it would ever come to fruition. Holy hell was I fucking wrong.
Yanking the buttons free, his jeans flopped open and he didn't waste any time as he pushed the front of his boxer briefs down exposing his already hard, already leaking cock to me.
I couldn't remember a time I'd seen so much of his arousal leaking from the head of his dick, and the thought turned me on immensely. This was obviously something he wanted badly and it thrilled me that I was the one and only woman that could provide it for him.
Not being able to take it any longer, I bent over at the waist, my hands gripping the sides of his hips as I licked around his head before flicking across the top, my tongue delving into the slit to collect all of his...excitement.
"Oh shit, Bella," he hissed, low and rough as his hands settled on my shoulders. He was taking his own advice, at least, and attempting to keep quiet.
My lips slipped over him as I encased his length fully with my mouth, my head bobbing back and forth quickly as I worked him with my tongue. Removing one of my hands from his hips, I reached into his jeans and boxers and cupped his balls, my fingers playing idly with them as one stroked just behind.
"No, baby, no," he said as he reached up and tugged at my hair. "Fuck, I'm so worked up, you gotta stop."
I pulled myself off his cock with a soft smack, before I stood in front of him, tongue grazing my bottom lip.
"How do you want me?" I asked, peeking up at him as I ran my finger down the open neckline of my shirt, playing with the swell of cleavage just below.
His eyes darkened, as I knew they would, while he processed my words. It was another of his fantasies to dominate me and he loved whenever I gave up any bit of control, even as minute as this.
He gripped my hips and spun me around before walking me over to the wall with the three-way mirror and gripping my hands. He brought them up over my head and placed them on the mirror, providing soft pressure, telling me silently to keep my hands where he put them. He trailed his fingers down, over my underarms and to my waist before he continued his descent and went to the hem of my skirt, lifting it up to rest in a bunched mess over my hips.
Leaning over me slightly, he aligned himself with my pussy before he pulled away and stepped back.
"Edward? What are you-" Before I could finish my question, he had pushed the settee closer to the mirror and moved me slightly before lifting my right leg and placing it on the seat.
From this angle, I had an unobstructed view of my pussy, and would therefore have a the same view of his cock sliding in and out of said pussy. I shuddered at the thought and reached behind me, beckoning him closer and to just hurry the fuck up already before I spontaneously combusted.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked against my ear, his words just a low murmur as I felt his fingers dip into my sex, rubbing the wetness all around. "Mmm, you're always ready for me, aren't you, baby?"
I nodded my head while biting my lip, using an excessive amount of restraint to not just blurt out for him to hurry up and fuck me.
Fortunately, he knew when my patience was wearing thin and he didn't waste anymore time as he used his slick fingers to guide himself to my entrance, pushing up in one swift movement, filling me to the brink.
"Ohhhh," I moaned lowly as my head fell back to his shoulders. No matter how many years we'd been together and how many times we'd made love, each time felt better than the last. "So good, baby, so good."
He started a frenzied pace, his hips working in furious movements against me while one of his hands moved down to rub against my clit as the other anchored my body to his.
Bringing my head back up, I gazed into the mirror, my eyes flitting back and forth between where we were joined, to his fingers playing against me, to the sight of his eyes soaking in everything as well. Though I had faced him a thousand times while he filled me, there was something so different about watching his expressions in a mirror.
My stomach was tightening, the familiar warmth spreading like wild fire through my body. Edward's movements increased heavily as his pumps became less rhythmic and more sporadic.
"Yes, oh God, yes," I chanted as I felt my orgasm hit me like a freight train, the force sending my body forward, my head thumping softly against the mirror as Edward pumped twice more before grunting and slamming into me one last time as he pulsed through his release.
His head fell to my back, his forehead resting in between my shoulder blades as we both tried to regain our composure.
"Holy fuck," he said as he lifted his head and slipped out of me, hissing slightly at the loss of contact. "Fuck that was so goddamn hot."
I lifted my head to look at him in the mirror, the reflection of this elegant dressing room echoing around him, and I couldn't help the giggle from bubbling up.
I shimmied my skirt down and said, "Bet this wasn't exactly what they had in mind when they designed these."
