The Mirror

I emerge from the bathroom fresh from the shower to find you undressing, checking yourself out in the mirror.

You see me in the mirror, watching me approach, our eyes locking on our reflections.

I let my robe fall to the floor as I press into your back, my hand sweeping your hair back as I bend to to kiss your shoulder, never breaking contact with your eyes.

I kiss my way up your neck, then run the tip of my tongue along the edge of your ear, as my hands come around to find your breasts.

Your mouth parts, your tongue running seductively around your lips, then blowing me a kiss into the mirror as my hands knead the cups of your bra before unclasping it at the front, releasing your breasts.

My hands are all over them as we both watch, my fingers manipulating your nipples into tautness as I squeeze, pull, and rub them in a variety of ways.

My cock is buried against your right buttock, my pelvis gently rocking into you. As you watch me playing with your pendulous breasts, your hand drops to find it, to caress it, to feel it’s heat.

Without withdrawing my eyes from the mirror, I slide the desk chair over, lifting your leg sideways onto the seat as i position myself behind your thigh, my cock protruding under it, now in view for us to see in all it’s engorged glory, it’s redness highlighted all the more next to your milky white thigh.

Your hand finds it once again, rubbing it against your thigh as we watch.

As my right hand continues to massage your right breast, my left hand drops down around to gently rub your little rosebud, feeling your body quiver against mine when I make contact.

my finger slides down, parting between your labia lips in search of your dewy moisture and I’m well rewarded. I coat my finger and return to your nub, rolling your wetness around it.

I lower your leg and slide the chair in front of you, instructing you to bend over as I position myself behind you.

You smile at me in the mirror and do so, hands on the chair, our eyes never wavering in their contact.

I run my stiffness along your slit with my hand several times until your lips part and I can slide my head in. You’re tight, not fully ready, and I stop, letting you rock back and forth on it.

It feels so good and it’s just too instinctive to be still and I rock into you, inching in with every motion.

There’s just such a beautiful wanton look on your face as you react to the slow penetration and I can’t help myself but to be fully in you.

You gasp as I bury myself into you and I stop, reaching around to toy with your clit and take away any discomfort you may be feeling.

It works every time and you’re soon rocking back into me, and I start to thrust slowly into you, watching your face contort with pleasure.

You surprise me by exclaiming to “Fuck me… I want to see your face when you cum.”

I love it when you make sexual demands of me, and I thrust harder now, picking up the pace, my hands now on your hips, totally controlling the action.

In a guttural voice you command me to fuck you harder and I do.

It becomes a chant as I pound into you, feeling my load welling up inside.

“I’m going to cum”, I warn, and you reply “Do it!” then ‘Fuck me…fill me up!”

Your teeth are gritting together and I can tell you’re close yourself, and I concentrate on your face, as you do mine as I slam into you.

I start my own chant with every thrust, beseeching you to “Cum with me…cum with me…cum with me”…before I erupt into you.

The forceful warmth shooting into you coupled with the ecstasy on my face triggers your own release, a high-pitched whine, followed by whimpering noises as I continue to pound into you.

You collapse forward, head falling to your arms on the back of the chair.

as I follow suit, draping over your back, my hands latching onto your swaying breasts as we catch our breath, our reflective gaze now broken, but not our love.

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