He grips my breasts, squeezing, his thumbs rubbing my nipples until they’re hard. “I see breasts that were made for me.” The spotlights in the jet’s bedroom highlight the thickness of his forearms. “Even if today was my last day, I’d lick and suck these tits until my demise. They’re beautiful in a bra, but they’re better in my hands.”
His forearm holds me to him, while his other hand travels to my stomach. He swirls letters on my skin. “What are you writing?”
“Strength,” he says, finishing the word. He makes another with his fingertip. His eyebrows dive together as he concentrates, and his tongue presses the corner of his mouth. “Perfect.”
“And finally…Mine.” I hold my breath, but he’s not finishedwith me. His fingertips trace the stretch marks from my pregnancy. “You carried life. You kept the most precious girl safe from everything the world threw at her until she was ready. Your body shows how much you loved her before she was born. You sacrificed things others haven’t. This belly and these marks are symbols of love and sacrifice. You’re beautiful.”
I gasp as he moves lower until his hand is between my thighs and in my knickers.
“You’re soaking for me again. Your pussy is always so wet and hot for me. And only for me,” he growls. “Say it.”
“Only for you.”
“I love your body.” His fingers graze my clit, stroking it like I did when he fingered me in bed this morning. His stare in the mirror demands my attention. “Do you know why I love it?”
I shake my head.
“Because it’s sexy and makes me constantly hard. It’s part of the most caring, intelligent, and feisty woman I’ve ever been lucky enough to meet. The day we met, my life changed. I presumed I’d never be enough for you.”
“You are,” I whisper.
He grins, adding, “Being with you makes me the luckiest man, and I hope I can show you that.” His fingers slip inside me. He doesn’t rush but lazily presses harder. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Say ‘yes, Niki.’”
“Yes, Niki.” A grin eclipses my face. I don’t know why when it’s just his name, but it does.
“Stand up.” I climb off the bed. “Hands against the mirror.”
I do as he says, and he rips my knickers off. I gaspat the sting.
“I’ll take you underwear shopping and fuck you in the changing rooms if you’re a good girl,” he grunts.
He slides a condom on as he watches me, primed for him.
“Look at yourself. You’re fucking beautiful,” he growls before lining up his cock and sliding it inside me from behind.
With one hand on my hip and the other grabbing one of my breasts, he presses inside me. “Put your arm around me,” he demands, and I reach around his neck and hold him to me as the other braces against the mirror.
“That’s right, take me.” He pounds into me. “Do you feel every stroke of my cock deep inside you?”
“Yes, Niki,” I whimper.
“Watch how your tits bounce as I fuck you. I love that sight. I adore your breasts. No one gets to see this but me. I’m the luckiest fucker.”
He grunts and praises me with each thrust. My legs wobble as I try to match his rhythm. He holds me to him, his fingers pinching my hip.
“Tell me you’re beautiful.”
My words falter as I make eye contact with myself.
“Tell me, Rosie,” he grunts, spanking my arse. “Your bum wobbles when I do that, and it makes my cock so fucking thick. I might come just watching your arse.”
He spanks me harder this time. “I’m fucking obsessed with you. Tell me you’re beautiful.”
“I’m beautiful,” I cry out as he fucks me harder and deeper. He’s fast and frantic, and my body jerks with each push.
