Finn was waiting outside of the fitting room while Seraphina was inside changing into that short, silver, sparkling cocktail dress she had picked out. He had a red carpet event with WWE coming up, and she was coming along. His social butterfly. He loved seeing her spread her wings and enjoy a night out.
"Is everything alright in there?" A woman asked.
He turned his head and looked at one of the saleswomen who had made her way to the fitting rooms in the back to check up on them.
"I think so," he answered. "Seraphina? Are you alright in there?"
"Oh my god, Finn, it's perfect," Seraphina said.
She pulled the curtain aside and stepped out of the fitting room. He had to agree that it was perfect. It hugged her in all the right ways. The sparkling silver looked amazing with her black hair and bright blue eyes.
"You look stunning," he said. "You won't be able to bend over though."
"I'll bend over for you any day," she winked.
He turned his head to look at the saleswoman and found that she luckily had walked away again. No one was down there to keep an eye on them. He wrapped an arm around her midsection, pushed her back into the fitting room, and pulled the curtain.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Ssh," he shushed her.
He spun her around to face the mirror. He bent her over slightly and pushed the dress up a bit further.
"Here?" She asked. "Oh my god, Finn, we're gonna get caught."
"Not if you're fast and quiet," he smirked.
"Fuck you," she said.
"I don't think we have time for that but I'll happily do it once we're home," he said.
His fingers disappeared under her thong, and two of them slid into her with ease. He should have known she would be this turned on and wet already. She was not one to back down from a dirty challenge.
He would have loved to take his time with her but he knew it had to be quick before the woman returned to look for them. He moved his fingers in and out as fast as he could, hoping to break her apart quickly. She placed her hands on the mirror and tried pushing back against his fingers. He could feel her getting close, and he forced a third finger inside her. She loved feeling full, and he knew it would do the trick. She bit down on her hand and cried out as silently as she could.
He held still and waited until her bright blue eyes met his in the mirror. She shook her head no and gave him a smirk. He grinned at her, wrapped an arm around her chest, and pulled her back up against him.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," she whispered back.
He pulled the dress back down and kissed her cheek.
"You're gonna wear that dress this Saturday, and I'll fuck you so hard while you're still wearing it the moment we get home," he said. "And that's a fucking promise, baby doll."
He pulled the curtain aside, stuck his head out to make sure they weren't about to be caught, and then quickly made his way out of the fitting room again. Apparently it was just in time because the saleswoman returned just seconds later.
"She'll take it," he quickly said. "She's changing back."
"I'll wait for you by the counter," she said.
She disappeared again and he chuckled lowly to himself. Seraphina pulled the curtain aside. She was beautiful in the black maxi dress she had chosen today. She walked over to him and pecked his lips.
"I'm still so fucking wet, and it's your fault," she said lowly.
"What do you want me to do about it?" He asked.
"I want you to fuck me before I scream in frustration," she said. "As soon as I've paid for this dress, we're going to the nearest handicap bathroom, and you're gonna bend me over the sink and fuck me real good and real fast."
"Am I now?" He teased.
She gave him a look that made him chuckle again. He leaned in and kissed her.
"Don't worry, baby doll," he smirked. "I'll deliver. Better buy that dress before I drop you on the floor and fuck you right here."