Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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Elodie could barely walk after I was finished.
She came and I cleaner her up with my tongue, before getting her back into a presentable state, like I said I would. She satisfied me more than enough.
I could tell how embarrassed she was after we finished, because she was panting and her cheeks were so flushed, and she looked at me with a little pout and a frown.
Once she got up from her position, I could've sworn she almost stumbled over. She caught onto my coat and when I looked over at her, she told me she was just fine and was catching her balance. Elodie was convinced she could look fine and walk even finer after she left the changing rooms, but she was quickly proven wrong.
The second we walked out with the basket of items she in fact did not try on at all, the lady by the dressing room entrance looked over at us and smiled.
Of course, she has to be friendly to customers, but I'm sure she thought something definitely went on inside our room.
I mean, Elodie was holding onto the back of my arm as we walked out, and her cheeks were flushed. She didn't speak a word to me, nor the lady when she asked if everything fit alright. I answered for her and we made our way to the registers.
We're waiting behind the person paying in front of us when she finally says something.
"Harlow, I don't know if all of this fits."
I look over to her and she holds a frown on her face.
"I'm sure it does, if not I'll return or exchange it." I reply.
"But I got all of these things carelessly-"
She cuts herself off fast, noticing the person in front of us leaving the register. Elodie walks up and places down her basket.
"Hola, te gustaría una bolsa para todos estos?" The woman operating the register asks her and Elodie nods, without a word. (Translation: Hello, would you like a bag for all these?)
"Sí," I reply for her. My gaze turns down to her and I see her looking over at the lady with a small smile.
"Encontraste todo lo que querías hoy?" The lady asks us again, folding a lingerie set Elodie picked out. The exact one she teased me with, that gave me a fucking stroke when I imagined her in it. Sheer red lace, waiting to be slipped off. Standing in front of me. All for me. (Translation: Did you find everything you wanted today?)
Fuck. I have to stop.
I'm shaken from my thoughts when I hear Elodie speak, in Spanish.
"Sí, y mucho más. Tienes una gran variedad, es tentador. Hay algo más que recomendarías?" To say how perfectly she worded everything to the point I understood it clearly, would be completely understated. I could already hear the boldness in her voice, however, and it struck me quickly she was resuming her little game. (Translation: Yes, and much more. You have a wide variety, it's tempting. Is there anything else you would recommend?)
