“You feel so fucking good. I hope someday I have the privilege of feeling you bare, with nothing between us.”
“God, me too. If you don’t stop, I’m going to beg you to take me that way right now.”
Rhys gives me a look that melts my core into a puddle. With one last thrust between my slick folds, he backs away from me, the cool air hitting my wet center, setting off a chain reaction of goosebumps that cover my skin.
Rhys steps off the bed, and I take the time to look over all his masculine hard lines, his fine ass and strong back muscles flexing as he walks to his end table and pulls out what he needs to keep us both safe.
Once he’s sheathed with the condom, he grabs my ankle, pulling and spinning me to lie sideways on the bed.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he asks, his voice thick with lust, his eyes heavy-lidded as he roams over my naked body.
“You make me feel that way.”
“Mmm,” he moans as his hands slide up both my legs until they reach my knees, pressing them open. As he lies on top of me, he holds up his weight with one forearm, his free hand gripping my chin ever so slightly and turning my head away from him.
I come face-to-face with a full-length mirror. In this position, I get a perfect, unobstructed view of us—Rhys’ huge body resting on top of mine. He lifts his hips, lining himself up with my center.
“Eyes on us, baby, I want you to watch how good we are together.”
Oh, god.
Then he’s pressing inside, filling me in one torturously slow thrust. I feel every inch of his long, thick cock, his engorged crown, every single ridge of his shaft. My walls flutter against him as his hips meet mine, stretching around his big size.
“Are you alright, my love?” he whispers.
“I’m finally home. Now fuck me, Rhys. I’m yours.”
Rhys’ face turns molten.
“Fuck, sweetheart.”
I watch in the mirror as he lifts his hips, dragging his length from me and thrusting hard back in. It’s so fucking good. I reach above my head, gripping the sheets, anchoring myself to stay put as my body jerks forward with every thrust.
“Oh, god! Aah! Yes!”
He sits up, gripping my thighs and tossing them over his forearms. I don’t take my eyes off the mirror, watching as he effortlessly lifts my ass off the bed, his hips pistoning hard into my wet channel.
“You see us, baby? You see how perfect we fit? How your body was made to take me? I knew we’d fit physically like this.”
I do. We look so good together, his huge, tattooed body dwarfing mine, my legs spread wide to accommodate him. Rhys and I had a connection way before a physical one, and I know what’s between us is contributing to how incredible the sex is. Rhys is right, we fit perfectly together.
His thumb finds my clit a second later, and my body responds like it was waiting for it. Pleasure hits me hard, spiraling outward and pulling me under.
“That’s it, my baby. Come for me.”
And god, do I come. Rhys fucks me through it as my body convulses through my orgasm.
Rhys quickly positions me so I’m lying on my side facing the mirror as he easily lies down behind me, keeping himself pressed in deep. His arm wraps around my front, pressing his hand flat between my breasts, against my sternum.
“You feel so good,” he breathes against my hair, his hips keeping up a steady pace. “Jesus, I’ll never get enough of you.”
Thrust.
“Your smile.”
Thrust.
“Your laugh.”
