“You’re fucking glistening,” I tell her. “Look.”
Her eyes flutter open and the image in the mirror registers. “You’re so damn beautiful,” I tell her before her mind can start second-guessing shit. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” she says, practically begging me. We both watch as my fingers slowly explore her. I take my time, paying attention to every sound she makes, every shudder of her body, every clue that I’m making her feel good.
I plunge two fingers inside of her then drag them up slowly over her sensitive skin and up to her clit. She’s already so wet that it’s easy to keep teasing her.
“Look at yourself. Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy,” I say, loving the way her cheeks turn pink. “Your clit’s so swollen and needy right now. Do you feel that?” I ask, rubbing the pad of my thumbover the sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’m gonna make you come so hard and feel so good.”
“Then do it,” she says, her eyes finding mine in the mirror.
She thinks she’s issuing me a challenge, but she’s not. I know exactly how to make her fall apart. “Mind if I take this off?” I ask, lifting the hem of her tank. She shakes her head and we remove it together, exposing her perfect breasts. I curse, not bothering to hide my admiration. It occurs to me that Liza doesn’t realize how sexy and gorgeous she is. I’m going to change that, one word at a time.
“I could look at you all damn day, but we don’t have time for that now. And you still want that orgasm, right?” When she nods vigorously, I can’t help but smile. “Touch your breasts while I play with your pussy.”
“Oh, my god, you just?—”
She stops talking when my fingers find her folds again. “I just what?”
“You just…say words likebreastsandpussy. Like they’re regular words.”
“That’s because they are. Do you prefer titties and kitty? Because?—”
“Oh my god, no,” she practically hisses. “You know what? Just get back to what you were doing. You’re good with your hands.”
“I’m good with my mouth too,” I tease. “But consider your message received. Now, show me how you play with those perfect breasts of yours.”
She starts out tentatively, but gains confidence quickly, probably because the vision of us in the mirror is hot as hell. My fingers are delving inside her while my thumb is working her over. And while she’s busy touching her tits, she’s too distracted to be self conscious.
And that’s where the fun begins.
Her body is responding to my touch and my fingers are soaked. They’re sliding and gliding over her center, making a damn beautiful mess as she gets tighter and tighter. “Open your eyes,” I urge. “I want to watch what I do to you. I want you to see the exact moment when your body lets go. I want to watch you as you see yourself tremble in my arms, okay, Liza? You’re gonna watch me take you right over the edge.”
My big body is cradling her smaller one, my fingers touching all her most sensitive spots as she bucks and whimpers. But she watches the whole damn show. And what a show it is. Liza’s orgasm is spectacular. It goes on and on, and my dick isn’t getting the message that this party isn’t for us. We’re not on the guest list. We’re the entertainment.
But Liza isn’t getting the message, either. When she finally recovers, she turns toward me, her eyes locked on my rock-hard, pulsing dick. These black boxer briefs are doing fuck-all to conceal my reaction to her.
“Sorry,” I say, sure my face looks like it’s on fire. “That was incredible, and…yeah. So, I’m gonna head up to my room now, and…take care of things.”
I’m usually way smoother than this, but this whole situation is new for me.
“Wait,” Liza says, putting her hand on my hip and that’s not helping the situation at all. “You can’t walk through the house like that.”
“Yeah, I can. I’ll be fine,” I lie. “Okay, I’ll run. No one will see me. It’ll be fine.”
As if on cue, we hear Ollie whistling in the hallway. Dammit.
“Where’s your bathroom?” I ask desperately.
Liza smiles wryly. “Right across the hall.”
Fuck.
“Just stay here. You watched me come. Why can’t I watch you?”
Because that’s a terrible idea, I think to myself.A wonderful, terrible idea.But it’s one my dick very much likes, and there’s no hiding that.
Before I can think better of it, I’m leaning back on a mound of Liza’s pillows and stroking my cock while she watches with fascination. Holy shit, what has happened to my life? And can it please keep happening? But this isn’t all about me. It’s about Liza, too, and I want her to know that.
