We reach the top floor and enter the most amazing suite I’ve ever seen.
“Good god, who ... who even are you?”
He looks hesitant before he answers. “I am whoever you want me to be. Who would you like me to be?”
“Tonight I just want you to tell me what to do. Do whatever you want with me on your last night in America.”
He guides me to the bedroom and instructs me to remove my dress and underwear, which I do. A little too slowly, I admit, but it amuses me to tease him like this. The veins in his neck and forehead engorge as he grows more frustrated the slower I go. All his effortless charm is gone, and now the only thing he oozes is need. He looks like a wolf about to bare his teeth. “Turn around,” he says darkly. “I want to look at your ass.”
His accent seems to have faded slightly, but I don’t really care at this point. I turn around and listen to him growl.
He presses a hand to my ass cheek, warming my skin with his palm as he squeezes—soft at first, then harder. I communicate that I like what he’s doing and want him to go farther by pressing against his hand. He runs his fingers up and down and across, then does the same to the other cheek. I’m almost relaxed into his touch when he lets his fingers brush against the split in my backside. I respond by spreading my legs ever so slightly.
“I’ve never done ... that stuff before, but I’d love it if you want to.”
After massaging my cheeks for some time, while whispering filthy things against my neck, I feel him slide the tips of his fingers down into my darkest valley.
All my senses explode at this new kind of touch. I have never let anybody touch me there, and before tonight I never could have imagined myself offering up my ass like this. I have to work hard not to orgasm instantly.
“To the mirror, mon petit chou.”
Across from the bed is a full length, gilt-framed mirror. My nerves are getting the better of me.
“I…,” I start, but I don't know how to finish it.
“What is wrong, my darling?”
“I’ve never looked at myself totally naked in front of a mirror before. I usually avoid them.”
Fabian trails kisses from my shoulder all the way up to the nape of my neck. “Then allow me to look with you and show you what I see.”
I’m still nervous, but I agree. He stands me in front of the mirror, his hands framing my shoulders.
“Look at yourself while I touch you and tell you a few things,” he says.
I relax against his firm chest behind me, while his arm reaches around to hold my waist. Kissing my shoulders, he says, “Look at your long, beautiful legs. They help you run, do yoga, and pretty soon they’re going to be wrapped around me while I fuck you with my tongue.”
The image causes my nipples to tighten in response.
“And,” he continues, “look at your breasts. So large and plump and tempting.”
Watching him reach around with both hands to wrap me up, holding my right tit with his left hand and my left tit with his right, is about the most erotic experience of my life. I feel myself giving in to what he sees. My mind has been so under the control of what I think I should look like that I never tried to look at myself through the eyes of someone who cares.
“Tell me,” he says, rolling my nipples between his fingers, “do you touch yourself like this? Do you toy with your whole body when you pleasure yourself?”
“Yes, just not in the mirror.”
“While I’m massaging your breasts, let me watch you touch your clit.”
My heart is hammering. I can’t believe this is happening. I widen my stance, then reach down and use one hand to spread open my lower lips while the other finds my clit. In the mirror, my cheeks burn bright red, my lips are swollen, and my eyes are glazed over with lust. I have never come twice in one night, never thought it was possible until now. I do as he says and rub circles around my clit while he presses his hard cock into my lower back.
“So sexy, ma tigresse.”
All I can do is moan and pant, need burning me up inside.
“Are you ready to do what I want you to do next, my darling?”
My legs tremble. I’ll do absolutely anything this man says. Anything.
Chapter 5
Hugo
“Turn to the side and watch me in the mirror.”
My Laney does as I say, and I give her breasts one last caress with my palms before kneeling down behind her. “Spread for me,” I instruct her. “Spread for me and keep your hands on your breasts.”
She’s such a good listener. As soon as she spreads I reach my hand through and cup her pussy, fitting my fingers between her folds and covering my hand with her juices. I worship her ass cheeks with my lips, teeth and tongue while I explore her pussy with one hand and caress the soft skin on the back of her thighs with the other.
“You’re making me weak. What if I fall? What if my knees give out?”
Between deep, wet kisses, I rumble, “Then I’ll die a happy man with my face in your ass.”
The exaggeration seems to turn her on even more, and I feel her swollen clit bumping against my fingers.
“I don’t want you to die, not even of happiness,” she says.
Because I am the most dastardly fellow, I give her no choice in the matter. “My life, my choice,” I say as I move my hand around her hip to massage her clit with my dominant hand. With two fingers of my other hand, I enter her hot, wet passage as I kiss and lick my way, ever so gradually, down the split of her backside.
“Eyes in
