In less than two seconds, I’ve flipped her up and over my hips so she’s straddling me, and her squeal of surprise, followed by laughter, spurs me on. I grip her hips, and she slides her wet center along my shaft with a sigh.
“Seems like you have an issue we need to make better too,” I tell her.
“Yep. Such a problem,” she says, tilting her hips to slide along me again.
I reach over to the nightstand and grab the strip of condoms. There are only a few remaining after the ones we used last night. As I tear one open, I tell her, “I want to watch you ride me.”
She glances down at our joined bodies, and in the early morning light, she crosses her forearms over her stomach. She looks self-conscious in a way I haven’t seen before.
“You are so fucking hot right now,” I tell her as I roll on the condom, “above me like this. I want to watch the way you take me when you sink onto my cock, and I want to watch your tits bounce as you fuck me.”
“Jesus, Aidan,” she says with a slight gasp.
I lift an eyebrow. “Oh sorry, am I not supposed to be honest right now?”
I’m hoping that knowing how turned on I am by the sight of her body will help her regain whatever confidence she just lost, but she’s frozen with the corner of her lower lip between her teeth instead.
“Tell me what the problem is so I can fix it,” I insist.
She huffs out a laugh. “You can’t fix my body, Aidan.”
“No, I can’t. Because it’s already perfect as is.” I slide my hands up her thighs and over her hips, then behind her to cup the globes of her ass.
“I think you’d say anything right now that would result in sex.”
“I’d say anything right now that would make youcomfortable. Because whatever issues you see when you look at yourself are the exact things that are turning me on. Your body is lush and strong and soft. It’s perfect.”
She sighs and lowers her arms, but the hesitation I’m seeing on her face still bothers me. “Stand up,” I say, nodding my chin toward the side of the bed.
“What? Why?”
“I want to show you something.”
She scoots off me and mutters something I can’t quite make out, so I stand quickly and take her hand. With a gentle tug, I walk her over to my closet door and pull it closed so that we’re standing in front of a full-length mirror.
“What the fuck,” she whispers, her arms wrapping around her midsection as her gaze meets mine in the reflection. “This is my worst nightmare.”
I step up so I’m right behind her, so close my dick presses into her back. I drop a quick kiss on her shoulder before my lips move to the shell of her ear. “I’m going to show you what I like about your body. And if that doesn’t make you more comfortable being naked in front of me, we’ll stop.”
“Couldn’t we just... do this with our eyes closed or find somewhere dark?”
At this point, my body knows every inch of hers, but this is the first time we’ve been together in full daylight when I can see her so clearly.
“And deny us both the pleasure of watching while you come? I think not.”
I slide my hands up the outside of her thighs and over the curves of her hips. Her skin is tight and smooth as it hugs her curves. I settle my hands at the narrow curve of her waist, whichhighlights her hourglass shape, and her breath catches when my fingers curl into her hips. “Put your hands on the doorframe.”
“What?” she squeaks the word out.
I take her hands in mine and guide them to the trim around the door, placing them slightly higher than her shoulders so she’ll have an unobstructed view.
“Like this.” The position causes her to bend forward slightly, and her full breasts sway with the movement. My hips press up, grinding my dick into her back. “Fucking hell.”
I stay leaning over her, so my lips are right at her ear as my hands trail up her arms. “Your skin is like silk, I’ve never felt anything so soft.” I graze my knuckles along her triceps and then along the sides of her breasts.
She sucks in a breath when I cup the underside of each one in my hands, and the way she spills over my fingers, her hardened nipples straining for my touch, has a moan of desire slipping out of the back of my throat. In response, her breathing grows quick and shallow. “Do you see how fucking sexy your tits are, Morgan? Do you see the way your nipples are begging me to play with them?” The sweep of my thumbs across the pebbled mounds has her moaning this time, then her lips part and she closes her eyes.
“Open your eyes, baby,” I say as I spread my legs on the outside of hers, bringing our hips to more of a level height. Then I stand up, grasping her hip in one hand and my cock in the other as I slide it along her dripping seam. “Even through the condom I can feel how wet you are for me.”
