My breathing is so ragged. All I can hear is my panting and his moans and groans as he penetrates me. My hands grab at his curls as he grips my thighs and pushes them farther apart so that he can hit my spot just right, while I try to muffle the screams that are dying to get out and wake up his mother, who is asleep down the hall. All I can do is hold on for the ride, a ride that I never want to end. So I hold him close and embrace the feel of his lips and tongue sweeping across my neck and shoulders while I watch him enter and leave my body to some made up rhythm that is inside his head. Damn, I think I'm going to cum he's so deep inside me; his thickness stretching me and creating the most delicious friction I have ever felt. That's when I feel it-the tingling that starts in my toes and slowly moves its way up my thighs and buries itself into the pit of my stomach. I know he feels it too because his blues meet my browns in a haze of lust, desire, and need. He needs me to hang on and I'm trying so hard, but I'm so wet and so close that my constricting walls aren't having it. I need to let go...now. But I don't get my chance as he slowly pulls out of me. I sober up from my lust-induced haze and moan in displeasure at the emptiness I feel. But the displeasure melts away as I feel his soft, full lips brush against mine letting me know that he's still there. I'm still holding him close and our eyes are still glued to each others when I hear him speak in a voice laced with want:
"Baby, turn around."
I oblige and realize where we are again as he gently helps me off of our bathroom vanity. One would think that he is a bit narcissistic due to the large mirror adorning our bathroom, but the truth is that he likes to watch when he makes me reach my peak and see my face contort in pleasure. He let me in on his kink one morning after we shared a shower that left us more dirty than clean. Now if there's any slight chance that we meet up in the bathroom at the same time, we put on a show for the mirror. We get ready to perform again as I watch his gourgeous, large hands run up and down the curves of my naked body. I watch his tongue peek out and trace a pattern along the curve of my neck then replace it with a soft kiss. His hands then reach my breasts, slowly caressing and messaging them while eliciting soft moans from me. Then as one hand remains on my breast, the other travels down in between my thighs as he wastes no time placing his middle finger in between my slick folds. I throw my head back in ecstacy as he whispers softly in my ear:
"You ready for me baby?"
It's a rhetorical question I assume, knowing that he can feel the wetness that is now dripping down my thighs. But he wants me to say it and let him know just how bad I want him. I meet his eyes in the mirror, watching the both of us looking like lust-possessed demons insatiable to our own desires, and answer him:
"Yes."
I brace myself against the counter, my legs parted with just enough room for him to enter. I see him appreciate the view before him, especially since I left on those black stilletos he loves so much. Feeling him trace his fingers around my opening again, he positions himself at my entrance and slips himself inside. Shit...just when I think it's impossible for him to get any deeper inside me, he proves me wrong. I'm so wet now that all you can hear is the connection of my slickness and his cock smacking and echoing off the walls. He pumping me furiously now trying to get the both of us there. It won't be long, with his tip hitting the opening of my cervix. I didn't think this was ever possible, but the pleasure that I'm feeling is so overwhelming and soon, I feel a rush a tears coming to my eyes. He feels so good inside me that I'm hoping, wishing, and praying that I can hold off just a little bit longer. But I hear his voice again, commanding me:
"Baby, look at me...watch me in the mirror."
I follow his command and our eyes meet again for the infinite time tonight. I watch as his body glistens with sweat and enters and leaves mine repeatedly. His strong hands are gripping my hips so hard that I know I'll have bruises. His juicy mouth is agape and his cheeks are flushed as he keeps all his concentration on my eyes and my body. I've never seen a more beautiful vision in all my life and I realize that this is it, that I've seen all I've needed to see before I reach ecstacy. And the softness of his voice encourages me there:
"I'm going to get you there baby...just keep your eyes on me. If it feels good to you, let it feel to you baby...let it go..."
That was the last thing I remember hearing before everything faded from view. Regaining consciousness, I find myself pinned against the counter, breathing still erratic as before. Trying to move, I realize that my body is covered in the sweat-slicked warmth of his. His hands are still attached to my hips as I feel his breath-just as erratic as mine-against my ear. He is still inside me, still connected to me too. I soon feel his lips against my shoulder, then travel over to my collar bone, and my neck. My breathing is slowly becoming normal again as my eyes meet the mirror. My flushed skin becomes more visable as we slowly assume the stand up position. I have never felt and looked so beautiful as I watch sweat glisten from my body and his arms wrap around me.
Some people need music, candles, and other things to ignite passion between them. But after tonight, all I need is him and the mirror.
Author's Chapter Notes:
So this one is based off of a dream I had about a month or so ago, only it's re-vamped as you all can see. I'm pretty sure you all can guess who he is, so I hope you all enjoy it.
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