I start riding him harder, faster, chasing the sight of us in that glass. The slap of skin fills the room, louder with every thrust, and I can’t stop watching the way I move on him, the way his body arches up to meet mine.
“Jesus Christ,” Noah rasps, his eyes glued to me in the mirror. “Fuck, baby. Taking me so good. Riding me like you were made for it.”
My hips slam down harder, desperate now, and the pleasure is dizzying. Watching myself ride him, seeing him watch me—it pushes me higher than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m soaring.
But it isn’t just my body in that reflection. It’s my face. My expression. And Noah isn’t looking at where we’re joined anymore. He’s looking at me. At the way my lips part on every moan, the way my eyes have gone glassy and wild.
“You see that?” he groans, voice hoarse. “See how fucking beautiful you are? All I can do is watch you.”
His words—his voice—strip away the last of my restraint. I ride him as hard as I can, reckless now, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure through me.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me you see how beautiful you are,” he demands in a grunt as he thrusts up to meet me.
I watch myself in the mirror, watch how Noah looks at me. Eyes fixed on my face, mouth parted, chest heaving. I’ve never felt more beautiful.
“Yes, Blue. I see,” breaks out of me on a sob. I feel delirious. I’m gone, lost in him, lost in us.
The heat is unbearable now, pleasure coiling tight in my gut. Every thrust makes slick sounds echo through the room—obscene noises that I love. Noah’s voice cuts through it all.
“Fuck, just like that. You’re milking me so good—fuck, you’re gonna make me come in that tight hole—”
His filthy words set me off. I cry out, my body clenching around him as I come hard, spilling across us both, thighsshaking with the force of it. Not a single touch to my cock. The rush makes my vision blur, but I don’t stop moving. I keep riding him through it, desperate to take him with me.
Noah’s groan booms through the room, throaty and hoarse. His grip on my hips turns almost frantic.
“Fuck—I’m coming—” He slams up into me once, twice, and then I feel it—hot, thick, pulsing deep inside me.
The sensation steals my breath. My entire body lights up at the sheer intimacy of it, at the shocking, raw rightness of his release spilling into me with nothing between us.
I gasp, almost sobbing from how good it feels. “I can feel you.Noah—”
His head tips back, face twisted in ecstasy, but his eyes snap open at my voice. The awe in them is almost too much to take. I collapse on top of him, both of us trembling, our skin covered with sweat and my cum, breathing labored.
I revel in the warmth seeping through me. I’ve never felt anything like it before. Utter peace in my mind, contentment in my heart. My body satiated and loose.
Noah shifts slightly beneath me, and his voice comes shyly. “Can I… can I see?”
I blink up at him, dazed. “See…?”
He flushes, biting his lip like he isn’t sure he should say it. “See my cum in you. I just—I wanna see what we did.”
My stomach flips, heat flooding me again at the intimacy of the request. I nod, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. Okay.”
When I move off him, I feel a little tender but not sore. We shift carefully, his hand on my waist as I lie back and spread my legs. I feel his cum leaking out of me, making my face grow even hotter, and Noah’s eyes go wide, his breath catching audibly.
“Fuck,” he murmurs huskily, reverent and filthy all at once. “That’s… that’s so fucking erotic.”
He lifts a trembling hand toward me, eyes locked with mine as his thumb brushed over my rim, through his cum. His eyes flutter closed as he sighs out a disbelieving, “Fuck.”
The blissful look on his face is so shockingly beautiful, all I can do is stare while he massages my hole. He removes his hand, and my eyes widen, breath held as he brings his thumb toward his lips. The urge I have is overwhelming, and before he makes contact, I grab his wrist, causing his eyes to fly open as I bring his thumb to my mouth, sucking his release off it.
“Oh, baby. You’re such a fuckingdream,” he whispers affectionately.
I haven’t even come down from the high of my orgasm, and it feels like I’m floating up again.
Noah’s eyes go impossibly dark as he watches me, panting. When I release his thumb with a wet sound, he practically growls. His head tilts, and his smile is pure sex.
“Time to clean you up?”
