The orgasm crashes through me without warning, tearing a cry from my throat as my inner walls clamp down hard around him. Wave after wave of pleasure radiates outward, leaving me shaking and gasping above him. I keep moving through it, prolonging the sensation until it’s almost too much to bear.
Dane watches me with naked hunger, letting me ride out every aftershock. Just as the final tremors subside, he moves with that predatory speed I always forget he possesses. In one fluidmotion, he flips our positions, turning me so I’m on my hands and knees as he kneels behind me.
He positions himself behind me, his cock pressing thick and insistent at my entrance. I’m still on a high from my orgasm, my pussy sensitive and swollen. He grips my hips with both hands, holding me steady.
“Ready?” he asks, his voice rough.
Before I can respond, he thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. The sudden fullness makes me gasp, my inner walls still pulsing and tight from coming just moments before.
“Fuck,” he growls, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. “You’re so tight after you come. Can feel you squeezing every inch of my cock.”
He starts moving immediately, not giving me time to adjust. Long, deep strokes that have me rocking forward with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the cabin, punctuated by my breathless moans and his low, appreciative grunts.
“Look,” he commands, his hand sliding up my spine to grip the back of my neck. “Look in the mirror.”
I hadn’t noticed before, but there’s a floor-length mirror on the closet door, positioned perfectly to reflect the bed. In it, I can see us both—me on all fours, him kneeling behind me, his cock disappearing inside me with every thrust. The visual is obscenely erotic.
“See how perfect you look taking my cock?” He slams into me harder, making me cry out. “Watch.”
I can’t look away from our reflection. Dane is magnificent—all hard muscle and controlled power. His shoulders flex with each movement, his abs tightening as he drives into me. Sweat glistens on his chest, highlighting every ridge and plane of his body.
My own body responds to his, moving in perfect counterpoint. My breasts sway with each thrust, my back arched, head thrown back in pleasure.
One of Dane’s hands leaves my hip, sliding around to find my clit. He pinches it lightly, and I jerk in response, the sensation almost too intense against my sensitive flesh.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, removing his hand. “Make yourself come again. I want to feel you squeeze my cock when you do.”
I shift my weight to balance on one arm, my other hand sliding between my legs. I find my clit, swollen and slick with arousal, and begin to circle it gently. The dual sensation of my fingers on my clit and Dane’s cock filling me repeatedly is overwhelming.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his pace increasing. “Look at us.”
In the mirror, the sight is even more intense. My fingers working my clit while Dane pounds into me from behind, his muscles flexing with each thrust. His hands move to my ass, spreading my cheeks wide so he can watch himself disappear inside me.
“I can see everything,” he tells me, his voice tight with restraint. “Can see my cock stretching your pussy, how wet you are for me.”
His words send another wave of heat through me. I’ve never been particularly responsive to dirty talk before, but something about the raw honesty in Dane’s voice makes every syllable go straight to my core.
“You’re taking me so deep,” he continues, one hand sliding up my spine to fist in my hair. He pulls just enough to arch my back further, changing the angle so he hits that perfect spot inside me. “Can you feel that? Feel how deep I am?”
“Yes,” I gasp, fingers working faster on my clit as pressure builds low in my belly. “Dane—I’m close—“
“Not yet,” he says, slowing his pace to torturous, deliberate strokes. “Not until I say.”
I whimper in protest, my body trembling on the edge. He knows exactly what he’s doing, keeping me right at the precipice without letting me fall.
“Please,” I hear myself beg, something I never do.
“Look at me in the mirror,” he demands, and I force my heavy eyelids open, meeting his gaze in the reflection. His eyes are dark with desire, the gold flecks in them burning bright. “Now. Come now.”
He slams into me hard, setting a punishing pace that has the headboard slamming against the wall. My fingers find the perfect rhythm on my clit, and the orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. Darkness edges my vision as pleasure overwhelms me, radiating outward from my core in hot, pulsing waves.
“That’s it,” Dane growls, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Squeeze my cock with that tight pussy.”
My inner walls clamp down around him, pulling him deeper. I hear a sound—half growl, half roar—and realize it’s coming from Dane as his own orgasm hits. His cock pulses inside me, pumping me full of his release. The feeling of him coming triggers another aftershock through me, making me cry out as my body squeezes him tighter.
“Fuck, Nova,” he groans, his hips still moving in short, jerky thrusts as he empties himself inside me. “So fucking perfect.”
His legs are trembling with exertion as he finally stills. We’re both breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. Carefully, he eases us down to our sides, his cock still inside me as he curls around my back. His arm wraps around my waist, holding me securely against his chest.
