“You’re welcome,” I rasp, focused on the way my hands look against her, the roughness of my fingers offensive against the softness of her flesh. I raise my eyes to meet her once more in the mirror as I flatten my palm, slipping my fingers under the edge of the dress where it’s parted. Her curves fit so perfectly in my grip, and I trace the shape of her, letting my hand rise until I’m trailing it over her shoulder blade and then onto her shoulder, slipping under the material there where it clings to her.
I gently push it off, blood pulsing through my cock, the mere sight of her enough to leave my dick aching and leaking.
Her chest rises and falls heavily as she holds my eyes in the mirror, her cheeks blooming with color.
“Tell me to stop,” I warn her.
She shakes her head and I slip the sleeve of her dress down her arm. It takes the rest of the dress with it, and the material slips from her body, leaving her bare save for the lacy black panties covering her.
Her nipples are peaked, the rose-colored buds moving as she breathes deeply, lips parted.
I reach around, letting the tip of my finger trail up the center of her abdomen until I can follow the curve of her breast, watching as my finger moves over her skin and brushes over the sensitive peak of her nipple.
Her breath stutters from her lips, eyes fluttering closed.
“Eyes on me, kitten,” I demand roughly, watching myhand completely cover her breast, my thumb rolling over her nipple. She falls back onto my chest, eyes on me just like I asked.
“Look at you being such a good girl,” I praise, leaning down to scrape my teeth across the soft, sensitive skin between her neck and her shoulder. Her head tilts to let me in further and I look up from beneath my lashes to watch her pleasure in the mirror.
So fucking pretty.
“Can I touch you, darling?” I rasp against her skin.
She gives me a gentle nod and sucks in a breath when I let my other hand curl around her hip, squeezing it gently before I move it to the band of her panties, dipping only a little beneath the lace.
Her hips twitch in anticipation and my tongue licks across her skin as I sink down further, letting my one finger part her lips, feeling the slick wet heat of her pussy coat me.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, kitten,” I gently move my finger up and down her folds, smearing her arousal all over her before I move back up, right to the apex and gently circle her clit with the barest of touches.
A sweet little moan tumbles from her lips as one hand snaps up to wrap around my wrist, not to pull me away but to keep me in place.
I keep the pace, teasing that sensitive little bud but never going too far, keeping her at the edge. I want to be inside this fucking woman, want to feel her convulsing around me, crying out my name.
She cries out when I move away from her clit, usingtwo fingers now as I go lower, slipping to the entrance of her.
“You want them inside, kitten?” I ask, teasing at her hole, spreading her wetness.
“Y-yes,” She stutters.
“As you wish,” I rasp, sinking my teeth into her shoulder at the same time I penetrate her with my fingers.
Her moan bounces off the tiles, her nails digging into the skin on my wrist as I thrust my two fingers into her as far as they’ll go, the heel of my palm adding the friction to her clit she’s so desperate for.
“Look at you falling apart for me,” I lick over the bitemark on her skin, “You feel how wet you are for me, kitten?”
She nods, her whimpers only adding to the ache in my cock as I grind into her ass.
“Shit,” She breathes, “I’m going to come.”
“Let me have it,” I demand, keeping up the pace, keeping the grind but this time I pinch her nipple between my fingers.
Her knees shake as she cries out loudly, pussy convulsing around my fingers still thrusting inside of her as her head tilts back and she falls apart in my arms.
I gently ease her down from her climax, softening my strokes until I pull out of her completely.
My hand glistens with her arousal and keeping my eyes on her in the mirror, I bring my fingers to her soft lips, smearing the wetness across the seam of them.
“Open up, kitten,” I rasp, “Taste what I do to you.”
