“Look at how beautiful you are, princess.”
She lets out a nervous laugh. “I’m confident in my body, but staring at myself naked in a mirror, I’m not sure about that.”
“So look at me,” I tell her, “watch me, while I watch you come.”
I slide my hand down between her legs, gently exploring. She’s looking straight into my eyes, but I let my gaze wander around her body as I bring my other hand to her breasts, running my fingers over the smooth skin and teasing her nipples. Her head falls back on my shoulder and she closes her eyes, letting out a soft moan.
I remove my hands from her body, and she gasps at the sudden loss of contact.
“I told you to look at me, princess.”
She returns her gaze to me in the mirror and I touch her again, with more focus this time, knowing what she needs to come. She keeps her eyes on me for the entire time, until her orgasm takes over and her head falls back in bliss. I love that I have to put my hand over her mouth to stop her from waking everyone up with how she cries my name.
Once her orgasm has slowed, she leans forward over the sink and looks back at me, the look on her face letting me know what she’s thinking. I can’t wait to lie her in a bed and take her in every way I can imagine, but fucking her from behind will never get old, and with the view I have in the mirror, I know it will be incredible.
Chapter 11
Diablo
Itfeelsimpossibletohide my smile as we’re sitting at breakfast the next morning; my mind full of thoughts about falling asleep with Elizabeth last night after our fun in the shower. I can’t get enough of learning all these little things about her that I hope no one else knows, like the fact that her vanilla scent comes from one of her ‘special curly hair products’. Being able to drift off to sleep smelling it, and then waking up to it… Shit, it’s the best thing ever.
“How did you sleep, mijo?” Mom asks.
“What?”
“The sofa.”
“Oh,” I say, relief flooding me, “yeah, I slept great, Mamá, gracias.”
“Bueno,” she says, a smile playing on her lips.
Does she know? I turn my attention back to my breakfast in case my expression gives me away.
“Everything okay?” Donovan asks Elizabeth, watching her concentrate on her phone.
“Um… yeah,” she says, “I’ve had an email from my college professor about some additions I need to make to my assignment. It’s due tomorrow so I might need to leave right after breakfast to have time to finish it. I’m sorry, I don’t want to leave, I’ve had so much fun.”
My heart sinks, I’d been hoping to spend some time with her when we got home, but I know how important her schoolwork is, and I wouldn’t ever want to get in the way of it.
“That’s okay, mija,” Mom says, “we’ve loved having you, and you’re welcome back anytime, even if Donovan isn’t here.”
“Hey!” Donovan says, “D and I are sitting right here; can you not replace us with a new favorite child please.”
Everyone laughs as Mom taps him around the head before pulling him into a hug.
“What about your train?” Miguel asks.
“Well, I think my ticket is transferable, I just need to check the timetable to see what works, unless…” She glances at me.
“Yeah,” Donovan says, “surely it makes more sense for you to ride back with D?” He looks at me hopefully as well.
Trying to contain my excitement at getting to enjoy the whole ride back with Elizabeth, I nod my head.
“Sure, I don’t mind heading back early.”
“Great,” Donovan says, “that’s settled.”
“Thank you,” Elizabeth says, smiling as she returns to her breakfast.
