With a nudge of his head, she opened her legs. “Drop your knees to the side, babe. And watch.” He chuckled to himself. She complied, and his mouth was on her, sucking, tasting, kissing. He flattened his tongue and ran it up and down her seam over and over, flicking her sensitive spots. Her hips pumped and gyrated, setting him on fire.
God, I fucking love this!
It was as pleasurable for him as he hoped it was for her, and he lost himself in the sensation. Only with her had he ever felt this way.
Her lower body twitched off the ottoman, and she squirmed all over. Moans rolled through her. He looked up to find her watching him in a reflection. He winked at her, slid off the ottoman onto a fuzzy rug, dragging her ass to the edge with him. Then his hands were splaying her wide. In the surrounding mirrors, the sight of himself poised between her legs trapped in his hands—knowing what he was about to do—stiffened his cock and sucked the breath from him.
“You’re absolutely beautiful,” he murmured before lifting her to his mouth. She made a high-pitched gargling noise and bucked. He gripped her thighs so she couldn’t escape his onslaught. Then he feasted on her, driving her to the brink and back, again and again. Her cries climbed higher, she babbled incoherently, and her writhing grew more spirited, making his rock-hard dick throb with need.
She let out a little wail, and he heard his name falling from her mouth in breathless gasps. One last lap at her, and he released her. Panting and whimpering, she rolled to her side. In one mirror, the entirety of her front was on display. In another, her back. A pink flush made her skin glow. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
He hoisted himself beside her and covered her mouth with his, kissing her long and deep, letting her taste herself while he stole the last of her moans. After he released her lips, he caressed the side of her face. “Hey, Sunshine. How you doing?”
A satisfied sigh escaped her. “I think I can feel my fingers and toes again.” She slipped her hand between them, her fingertips feathering along his length. “Which should come in handy for what you need.”
His swollen cock rose to her touch, and he couldn’t hold back the groan that thundered through his chest. “What I need is you,” he growled.
“I can tell,” she giggled.
She toyed with him, her touch sometimes light and sometimes not, and he grinded against her hand, craving release. Fingers that weren’t occupied with torturing his dick tugged at his hair, skimmed over his shoulders, his back, his flank, his butt, tickling the back of his thigh.Her hands felt incredible on him.
Her mouth landed on his neck and trailed soft, sucking kisses to his ear, where she sank her teeth into his earlobe. “No one’s ever made me feel the way you do,” she murmured.
He raised his head and looked at her. A tentative smile curved her lips, and her eyes were open windows to her heart, where he saw himself. An arrow pierced his chest, a sensation so sharp yet so staggeringly sweet he couldn’t breathe. In that moment, her defenses were down, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. The urge to protect her, to make sure nothing ever hurt her again, overwhelmed him. But he was exposed too, and she could have led him anywhere—he’d have been helpless to do anything but follow at her whim.
Gently, he pushed her hair off her face and kissed her eyes, her forehead, her nose. Her lips. Soft, slow kisses that grew heated as pure emotion surged and spilled over, melding with desire in a whirlpool that couldn’t be contained. He was a drowning man. He’d never felt anything like it.
Mouths and limbs tangled in a frenzy, and she rolled over him, slid off of him, and landed on her hands and knees on the ottoman. “I want you inside me. Now.” Her throaty voice was low, demanding.
His pulse shot into overdrive. He stood, snagged a condom he’d stashed in his shorts, and sheathed himself. With one knee digging into the ottoman, he pulled her hips toward him. Holding onto one hip, he braced his weight on his other arm and leaned over her, his tip prodding her seam, while he nipped her ear. “Is this what you want, Sunshine?”
“Oh yes,” she exhaled in a breathless rush.
He brought himself upright and looked at their reflections. The sight of her naked, on all fours, him poised to enter her, nearly ended him right there. Her eyes, smoldering green-brown pools, flew to the mirror, catching his. He grasped her waist. One long stroke, and he sank deep inside her. She gasped. He stilled.
“Don’t stop,” she hissed, her glittering eyes piercing his in the mirror. Her back was bowed, making her round ass stick up, and he saw it from every angle. Saw her tits sway enticingly. Saw himself withdraw and thrust back inside her, harder this time. And again. Saw the pleasure on her face with every stroke.
She let out a long, sweet moan.
Consciousness dissipated, and he was flexing his hips, driving into her, in and out, while he held on to her. She pushed back against him, undulating her hips, chasing his cock and her pleasure. His grunts and groans mingled with her moans and cries, filling the room. Their coupling, primal and raw, was on display in every mirror. He watched himself take her, watched himself plow into her over and over, watched himself make her his.
Mine.
She watched too, her head canted at a different set of mirrors. The sight unleashed something toothy and wild deep down, and he became a pile-driver. White heat raced down his spine, pooling at its base. With a shudder, she cried out and contracted, surrounding him in a tight, wet clench. Her mouth was open, her head thrown back, her features a study in
