He nipped her neck. “Open your eyes, babe.”
Her gaze landed first on his eyes, traveling to his calloused hand toying with her breasts, and finally to his fingers moving in and out of her. She arched again and began grinding against his hand at a leisurely tempo.
“Fuck, what a gorgeous sight you are,” he said reverently. “I could watch you every hour of every day and never get tired of it.”
She was on the verge of falling apart, and she didn’t want to go there alone. Wordlessly, she dropped her arms to her sides and slid a hand behind herself to his waistband, inching inside his gym shorts, running her fingers along the length of his engorged cock, spreading moisture over its head with her thumb. In the mirror, his eyes widened, then fluttered closed for an instant. With her other hand, she caressed her breast, her eyes drilling into his as she pinched and rolled her nipple.
“Goddamn, Sunshine. You are so fucking sexy.”
He stepped up the pace between her legs. Oh … I … Oh! Her mouth parted, and her eyes glazed over, but she kept them fastened on his as she wrapped her fingers around his steely shaft and pumped in time to his fingers.
A look that was part-pain, part-pleasure twisted his features. He huffed out an “Oh God!” then seemed to get himself under control, determined fingers curling and sliding and tormenting. “Come for me, Sunshine,” he breathed. She dropped her hand from her breast to the dresser to steady herself.
Now it was her turn to toss out an “Oh God,” but it came out as a cry as she climbed her climax. Loosening her grip on him, she closed her eyes while she chased the top of the pinnacle and shattered into countless shards.
As she drifted back down, he corded his arms around her waist, his hands soothing her skin, his mouth plying soft kisses along her neck and shoulders.
She stared at herself in the mirror, then at him, bringing herself back to earth and the hall of mirrors. Her skin was flushed pink all over. “Oh my,” she muttered.
A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I’m liking this closet a helluva lot.”
She nodded her approval, then twisted in his arms. His hands cupped her ass, and his eyes darted over her shoulder. “This is a nice view too.”
Craning her head, she caught a glimpse of her bare backside, followed by different views in other mirrors as she swiveled her head. “Can’t say I’ve ever done this in a closet before. Definitely not one covered in mirrors.”
“Me neither.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked down at her, his eyes deep pools of desire.
Gripping the hem of his T-shirt, she lifted it up his torso, running her hands over smooth, carved muscle. “No? I would’ve thought this wasn’t new for you.”
He yanked the shirt over his head and pinned her with a bemused look. “No,” he said softly. “This is a first for me. You’re a first for me. Everything’s new with you.”
Oh.Tingly warmth puddled in her gut and spread up her chest, down her legs, ringing her middle. She tugged on his shorts, and he pulled them down along with his boxers, freeing his very heavy, imposing erection. He kicked off his clothes and his flip-flops and stood before her without a stitch on. Now it was her turn to view his beautiful body from all angles, and she sucked in a breath. As if her hands had a mind of their own, they began caressing him, and her eyes trailed after. The man was fucking gorgeous. She walked a circle around him while he stood ramrod-straight, her hands never leaving his body. While her fingers played over his skin, tracing scars, exploring, fondling, his eyes tracked her in the mirrors.
Taking his hands in hers, she walked backward, bringing him with her, until her knees bumped the ottoman. She dropped on her seat and peered up at him. “Watch.”
His lips quirked in a smile, but it slid off his face when she took him in her hand and guided his thick length to her mouth. A kiss, a lick, a flick of her tongue, and she closed her lips around him while she kept her eyes fastened on him. To her delight, he let out a loud hiss. His hands dropped to her shoulders, moved to her head, fingers burying themselves in her hair, his grip tightening as she sucked and nipped and swirled. She fisted him in one hand while the other played with his balls.
Eyes closing, he dropped his head back and moaned. She stopped what she was doing. “Watch,” she purred.
“Yes, ma’am,” he choked. His eyes roamed around the mirrors but didn’t close. Instead, he muttered and gasped and cursed as her hands and mouth worked him. He thrust into her mouth with short, controlled strokes while he held her head in place.
His chest heaved, and his breathing grew more erratic, his thrusts more intense. Mutterings turned to low groans and grunts. His knees buckled and swayed. His balls tightened. He was close.
He clamped down on her head, stopping her. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come,” he warned in a guttural rasp.
“I know,” she murmured.
Liquid brown eyes darkened by desire widened, then fastened on hers. She kept pumping and sucking and cupping. His fingers dug into her scalp, his knees dipped, and he surged into her, his body convulsing as he came, his mouth moving but nothing coherent coming out. She swallowed, drinking him down. Tense muscles eased, then he lifted her chin with his forefinger. “That was … that was …”
She blinked up at him.
“Fuck!” was all he could say.
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