She slipped off her shorts as she walked toward him, pulling off her T-shirt as he ran his hands across her body. She pulled his phone out of his pocket and pulled out a foil packet, placing it on the nearby table before unbuttoning his shorts and dropping them to the floor. She slipped his briefs off his hips, watching him stir. She sunk to her knees, slipping his semi-hard cock into her mouth.
She sucked and swirled her tongue around him, moaning as he hardened. He brushed her hair back, watching their reflection in the mirror. “Mirrors,” he exclaimed. “I totally get why you wrote that chapter.”
He pulled her to her feet, kissing her as he ran his hands over her body. She watched his profile in the mirror as he kissed her neck. She could feel moisture between her legs as she took in the sight of his long tanned legs, his toned abs, his tight butt, and long lean arms.
He turned her to face the mirrors, standing behind her as he cupped her breasts. She lifted her hands behind his head, running her fingers through his hair as he teased her nipples.
“You are stunning,” he exclaimed, kissing and nibbling her arm as he ran his hands over her body. “Spread your legs for me,” he whispered in her ear. He slipped his foot between hers, pressing outward. His hand was between her legs.
Her eyes were glued to the mirror, watching him move his fingers over her engorged flesh. She dropped her hand between her legs, fingering her clit before spreading her lips for a better view.
“Show me how you like to be touched,” he murmured in her ear.
She took his hand, placing her fingers over his. She guided him between her legs, moistening their fingers, coating them in her slippery, wet juices.
He was mesmerized, torn between watching her pussy and the delicate expression on her face.
She led his finger down one side of her swollen labia and up the other.
“Tell me how it feels?”
Her eyes jumped to meet his in the mirror. She whimpered, biting her lip. She pulled his finger up, circling her clit. “It aches,” she whispered, “and it tingles and throbs.” She flicked his finger across her clit, gasping for breath. She flicked his finger back and forth, arching forward in response to the pleasure. “It feels like I’m empty, and I want you to fill me up.”
He pulled his finger away from hers, slipping it inside her. “Like this?”
“Two,” she begged.
“Fuck,” he cursed, nibbling her neck before slipping two fingers into her. His fingers probed, swirled, and twisted inside her.
Overwhelmed with pleasure, she fell forward, pressing her hands against the mirror, gasping for air. “I want you to fuck me,” she cried with urgency in her voice.
With his fingers pressing in her, he leaned over and grabbed the foil square she had placed on the table. He ripped open the package with his teeth, anxiously rolling the latex into place. His fingers pressed deep as he slid his head into her.
“Holy fuck,” she screamed, a mixed look of anger and intense arousal on her face. He thrust, sinking deeper into her, watching her face. When she looked like she might pass out, he pulled his fingers from her, thrusting his cock hard and fast.
“Oh my God,” she panted, forcing her hips back against him.
He drove her hard, lifting her to her toes.
“My clit,” she moaned. “I need you to touch me. Ple-e-ease,” she begged.
He instantly dropped his hand, pressing against her hot, pink clit. Her body convulsed and twitched as she let out a long slow moan.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please. My God, don’t stop. I want more.”
He flicked his moist fingers across her clit, faster and faster.
“Yes,” she moaned, “more.” Her back arched and then curled as another orgasm consumed her. She looked at him in the mirror. She could see that he was on the edge. “I want to come again,” she cried, trying to distract him from coming.
“Oh Christ, Austin. I can’t hold on much longer. Your tits are….” He couldn’t finish his sentence, his eyes closing as his cock pulsed and shook, spewing cum into her. He pulled from her.
She slumped to the floor, leaning on her arms, her hands still pressed against the mirror.
He pulled up a chair and sat down, pulling her up onto his lap. “You okay?”
She was drenched in sweat and still breathing heavily. She could barely hear him, her hearing fuzzy from the rush of blood to her core. She leaned heavily against him, exhausted. “Yes,” she whispered.
He pulled her damp hair off her neck. “You are one bad little kitty.”
“Me-ow.” She purred, kissing him. She lifted his hand and placed it between her legs, pressing his fingers against her clit. She inhaled deeply, sucking a lungful of air through her nostrils. Her shoulders quivered. “Fu-uck,” she moaned quietly.
“You’re coming?” he asked curiously.
She nodded slightly, focused on the rush of gratification.
“I’ve barely touched you.” He turned her to face the mirror, spreading her legs, pressing them against his thighs. He watched her pussy spasm and twitch. He traced his fingers around the edge of her hole, returning to her clit to circle his middle finger against the hard pink organ. Her upper body trembled, her pussy contracting again as fluid seeped out.
“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered. “How do you do that?” His eyes were glued to the mirror.
A half smile crossed her face. “You mean how do you do that?” she whispered.
He bit her neck, urging her on.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
He had her coming over and over, making him hard again. He grabbed another condom.
She was still catching her breath as he lifted her up and lowered her onto his shaft. She slowly lowered and lifted, taking him into her. She watched the mirror, focused on his cock pressing into her, watching his wet, glistening shaft press deeper and deeper. Her legs wobbled from fatigue. He placed a hand on each hip, helping her. “Oh shit,” he grunted, when she lowered, plunging him deep. “I have to come.”
She shifted her eyes to his, watching his expression shift from the verge of pain, to exquisite pleasure. She lay back against him, completely spent. “You’re one fantastic fuck,” she mumbled, completely exhausted.