I open my eyes and notice that he somehow turnedthe mirror to face us when he brought me over to this table, and my eyes go wide at the scene before me.
The view is our profile, so we can see both of us. I’m bent over this table, helpless. And Rome is naked, buried inside me, his pelvis against my ass and hands on my hips, watching me. His abs ripple as he moves, and I can’t take my eyes off the V that forms down his hip to his muscular thigh.
“You take me so fucking well,” he growls, pulling out so I can see his glistening cock. “Look at that, firefly.”
He starts to move again, one hand on my shoulder, the other on the small of my back, and I watch him fuck me, the way my body shakes with every thrust, the way sweat gleams on his skin as he thrusts into me.
And then I feel the orgasm build once more.
“Please.”
His blue eyes flare at that.
“That’s right, beg for it. Beg for me to let you come all over this cock. To make a mess of me.”
“Rome, please.”
“Ask for it, Eloise.”
“Please let me come on your beautiful cock!”
He roars and pulls me onto him so hard, I see dark spots on the edge of my vision.
“Come. Fall apart for me, sweetheart.”
Oh God, yes.
I cry out as I spasm around him, against him. Our eyes are still pinned to the mirror, watching.
And it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
As the orgasm continues to move through me, Rome pulls the butt plug out, causing a new wave of shivers, and he smiles.
“You’re doing so well, firefly.”
I whimper. He pulls out, turns me around, and boosts me onto the table, holding the ropes between my breasts to keep me upright since I can’t brace myself on my hands. I wrap my legs around him as he sinks back inside me.
“I need to look in your beautiful eyes.” He pauses, grinding his pubic bone against my already overstimulated clit, making me moan. “Don’t youever, and I meaneversay that you’ll leave me again.”
I frown and then realize he’s talking about earlier today in his office.
That’s what this is all about.
“I won’t.” I shake my head, and he pulls out, then slams into me harder.
“You’remine. Today and every day.”
“Yours,” I confirm and wish I could touch him. “Rome, I need?—”
I swallow hard. He said I couldn’t touch him.
“Tell me.”
“It’s okay.”
“Tell me.”
“I need to touch you. I’m sorry, I know?—”
