"No, not this one" Derek said, as you opened the door of the dressing room, showing him the sixth dress you were trying on since you had gotten to the store.
You looked at your reflection in the mirror behind where he was sitting.
“What’s wrong with this one?” You asked, checking your back.
“I can almost see your bra from the opening in the front…” He answered, as if you had asked him silliest question.
“It’s classy…” You observed, but he nodded a categorical no.
You went back in the cabine, trying on another black dress. You knew that Derek was pretty possesive when it came to your body but you had a good feeling about that last dress.
You opened the door and stepped out in front of him. He looked at you as if you wear wearing a plain old jeans until you turned around and showed him the large opening in your back instead of in the front, stopping in your lower back just before your panties.
His eyes seem to grow bigger as he looked at you turning around.
“This is the one.” You said proudly.
“Yup” He agreed, shamlesly staring at your ass.
You let him enjoy the view, enjoying it yourself before getting back in the dressingroom, ready to put your regular clothes back on.
You jumped as the door sudenly opened in your back. Derek entered, shutting it behind him looking at you from your reflection in the mirror.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, alarmed by his behavior.
“Nothing… I just thought that you might need help with the zipper.” He said, admiring your back again.
“Well thanks but the zipper’s on the side.” You answered, smiling at him in the mirror.
“Let me help you…” He said, quietly, slowly pulling the zipper down.
He stepped closer to you, you could feel his warm breath against your skin, carresing its way down your spine through the opening of the dress. His hands slipped under the skirt, resting on your hips as he started leaving kisses on the back of your neck.
You closed your eyes, enjoying that sudden access of sweetness from him.
His hands left your hips, uncovering one shoulder and then the other, kissing each piece of skin that his hands freed from clothing. The dress fell down to the ground and you were left in your underwears, a tender Derek leaving kisses all over your body.
“You’re beautiful” He said, in a breath, his hands running down your waist. “Whatever you wear…”
You turned around and his clear blue eyes starred into yours with an emotion that you couldn’t really discribe.
You softly kissed his lips as he held you tightly against him.
He kissed back and you felt the kiss getting deeper, more impatient.
You turned around again and he gently pushed you against the mirror, repeating the same gesture than before, placing kisses on the exact same spots. He unzipped his jeans, you couldn’t see but you soon felt his hard tip pressing against you.
His thumb went in your panties, pulling it to one side to open the access to your entrance.
The first thrust was always sudden with him, it always hurt you when he entered you, that’s why he was doing it all at once, like if he was taking a bandaid off your skin.
He placed his hands on your hips, guiding you to a slow rythym, gently sliding his lenghth inside you. You left out a sigh once the pain seemed like it had faded away, starting to enjoy it, glad that there wasn’t that many people around in the store and that no one was bothering you to quickly try your clothes on.
His pace increased and you were breathing heavily, your warm breath leaving traces on the mirror as pleasure started growing.
You felt your body tensing up, ready for him to cum and that’s exactly what he did, as if he had been waiting for permission. The werewolf that he was wasn’t panting as much as you did, he pulled out of you , his eyes meeting yours in the mirror.
“I’ll wait outside” He said, leaving you in the dressing room, panting and confused, wondering what got into him sometimes.
