She slides down my body as I set her on her feet, and when I flip her around, I press her flush against the mirror. Her tits smash against it in the most sinful of ways, her cheek is pressed to her own reflection, and the mirror is fogging with her warm breath panting out needy moans.
“Watch.” I yank her hips away from the wall a few inches, giving me space to slip my hand down the front of her leggings. “Watch me get you off.”
Pushing back, she rubs her ass against my crotch, and I move with her, rocking against her the same way as if I were fucking her from behind.
“Emmett,” she cries, arching back into me.
“I know. I got you.”
I find her clit with the pad of my finger, rubbing tight circles while using her own arousal to help it glide. She’s so wet and warm and ready, andfuck, I just want her.
My knuckles are white with how firmly I’m gripping her hip, keeping her steady as I rock against her from behind. My cock slides against the seam on her ass as I drop my lips to her spine, placing worshipping kisses up a path along her back until, over her shoulder, I find her mouth.
I drop my forehead to hers. “You feel incredible.”
“I’m going to come,” she whines against my lips, fingertips leaving smudge marks against the glass as she looks for something to grasp onto.
Her attention is locked on the other mirrored wall to our left, staring at our reflection, and I follow her line of sight to watch us too. I can’t get over how much it looks like I’m taking her from behind. How perfectly willing she is, pushing her ass back and rocking with me, while also chasing my fingers on her clit.
“I wish you were inside of me.”
“Oh, fuck.” I drop my head to the back of her neck, trying to compose myself. “Don’t say shit like that or I might just do it.”
She smiles that tempting smile before her mouth drops into an “O,” her brows furrowing in concentration when my fingers circle again.
“Right there, Em.”
“God,” I groan. “I love when you call me Em.”
“Yeah?”
“I love when you call me anything. I just like knowing I have your attention.”
“Trust me.” She reaches back, slipping her hand behind my head to pull my lips to hers. “You always have my attention. And that’s the problem.”
It’s the worst reminder, on the brink of both our orgasms, that this can’t happen again. Thatwecan’t happen ever.
I don’t care how good she feels in this position, I just need to see her. So I flip her around to face me. Reese wraps her thick legs around my waist as I scoop her up and push her back against the mirror. And like finding their home, my hips effortlessly fall into the cradle of hers.
Then I kiss her, deep and long, letting my tongue take its time sliding against hers. I work for every moment. I memorize every sound. The little whimpers against my lips. The squeeze of her thighs around my hips as she gets closer. The way her arms wrap around my shoulders, fingers digging into my back as I rock into her.
I kiss her in a way that will make sure she remembers me.
And when her body tightens as we desperately move together, I hold her, letting her ride her orgasm out against me and making sure I get to feel it as it happens. Even through her leggings, I can feel her flutter and it draws my own orgasm that much closer to the surface.
She’s fucking stunning. Spent and exhausted. Flushed skin and heaving chest. Coiled muscles and pretty sounds. Every reflection in the room gives me a different view of her coming undone.
I can’t tear my eyes off her and don’t know how I’m supposed to be okay with only seeing this once in my lifetime.
“Emmett,” she cries, mid-orgasm, and my name has me falling over the edge with her.
One arm holding her up, the other is flat against the mirror as every muscle in my body begins to contract. I hide my face against her neck as heat zips down my spine. White light shoots behind my eyes as I muffle my desperate sounds against her. She’s got her arms wrapped around me, lips attached to my neck, and I’m done for.
Right there in the gym, I come in my fucking shorts from dry humping my boss against the wall.
And holy hell, I’d like to do it again.
That was just enough to take the edge off, but my burning desire for this woman hasn’t been stoked in the slightest. In fact, it might be worse now, getting a small taste of what it would be like to be with her.
