I lift myself off my haunches, but stay on my knees behind her.
“I wanted you long before I ever touched you,” I say. “I wanted the way you hold yourself together. The way your discipline lives under your skin. I wanted the woman you are when no one is applauding, when there’s nothing left to perform for.”
Her breath stutters. The sound goes straight through me.
“I thought about you constantly,” I admit, letting the truth land without softening it. “Not as something to take. As something toearn. To deserve. I imagined what it would be like if you ever let go. If you ever stopped bracing yourself for the next demand. I wondered what your face would look like when you come, what relaxation would look like on you…”
My hand lifts, slow, deliberate, stroking up the inside of her leg. When my fingertips brush against her pussy, she moans, long and low.
“I don’t worship you because you’re fragile,” I murmur, pushing my cum back into her with two fingers. “I worship you because you’re strong in ways the world never deserved.”
My thumb slides up her slit, pressing on the small bundle of nerves that is still swollen from what we just did.
Her lips part slightly. Her pupils blow wide.
“You are the beginning,” I tell her. “You’re what I chose for the rest of my life. Every version of you.”
Press my fingers deeper into her again, rubbing firmly against the front of her channel, the space between us vibrating with everything I’m holding back.
“I’m obsessed with you,” I say quietly. “With the way you move. With the way you control yourself. With the way you make me feel. With the way you come apart when it’s just me and you.”
She moans now, her breath coming in little pants, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me.
“Seeing you relax for the first time, knowing I can do that for you…” my cock twitches back to life as her pussy squeezes my fingers. “Knowing you are learning what you love, what makes you feel good, on my fingers. My cock...”
Her hips are rocking now, her cunt making sucking noises as she rides my fingers. My hand is soaked with us, the air thick with our combined scents.
“The sound you make when you come apart, the way you scream and beg and gasp…” my cock is straining now, leaking pre-cum as my balls ache. I let it, knowing the restraint will only make what we do later even more powerful.
“This pretty little pussy is going to be so full of me. And when it finally takes and you get round with my baby, you’ll be even more magnificent.”
I press my fingers and thumb toward each other, intensifying the pressure on her clit and the soft spot inside her. She begins to tremble now, her moans coming out long and broken, with each shudder breaking off the sound briefly. I increase the speed of my fingers slightly, continuing to alternate between firm and light pressure as her cunt squeezes around my fingers.
“Let go, Emma, come on my fingers and show me how good you feel.”
I increase the speed again, this time almost violently as she spasms on my fingers and gushes all over my hand. She straightens and arches her back, reaching down for my hand and holding it closer to her as she pushes herself harder on to me.
“I need it,” she gasps, head thrown back, neck stretched long and inviting in her reflection. “I need it,” she cries out again as her body racks with the waves of pleasure.
My cock is aching now, desperate to feel her wet heat again, but I ignore it, focusing on the way she rides my hand with reckless abandon.
I love the way she lets go. The way she falls apart in shivering, shuddering, spasms of pleasure. The sounds she makes, from the tiny broken moans to the long, panting screams.
With one last, strong thrust of her hips, she slips from my fingers and sinks to the floor in front of me, leaning back against me.
Her eyes flicker open and meet mine in the mirror. Without breaking the eye contact, she takes my wrist in her hand, and pulls my fingers to her mouth, wrapping her lips around them and sucking them hard.
Her tongue swirls around them, and my cock throbs in desperate protest.
When she has sucked our taste from them, she drags them from between her lips.
“What’s next?” she asks, still a little breathless.
“Everything,” I say.
Epilogue
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