He lifts me bodily from the bed, placing me gently on my feet facing the mirror.
He unfolds himself onto the silks behind me, feet still on the floor, back pressed into the bed, and with a sinful smirk, his eyes rake over me. “Look at your pretty cunt, Elyssara.”
The evidence of my arousal drips down my inner thighs, and a breathy moan escapes me.
I’m under his spell.
I face myself in the mirror—swollen clit, glistening skin, chest heaving with the desperate need to finish what he started.
My legs tremble, sensation curling through every inch of me.
“Step back, thighs open for me, darling,” he commands with a low timbre that spreads through my body like the charge of lightning.
I step back, and his hands—those fucking hands—wrap around my hips, positioning my legs either side of his, his cock lining up at my pussy, and my ass towards his face. “Get on,” he says—no ceremony, no patience, only hunger.
My breath hitches at his command.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror—spread wide, straddling, wet,bare.
And it’s almost too much.
He notices my apprehension, his senses attuned to mine, and his fingers trace faint circles on my hips. Soothing. Present.Here.
“We don’t have to,” he offers. “We can go back to what we were doing, my love.” His eyes looking at mine in the mirror, sincere, unguarded.
But I want to trust him. I want new memories to obliterate old ones.
“No,” I breathe. “I want to.”
“Do you trust me, my love?” he asks, and the question arrests me.
Do I?
I trust him with my life.
I trust him with my pain.
I trust him with my body.
But my heart?
I pause, still staring at my naked form—exposed, stripped.
And despite the fear that courses through me, I feel safe in his arms.
“Yes,” I answer, and I mean it.
So, I lower myself onto him.
His cock spreads me open, sliding into my pussy, stretching me wide.
A rich, deep hum of approval tears from his throat. “Ride my cock how you were riding my tongue, my love,” he encourages, and his words embolden me.
I suck in a sharp breath at the size of his cock stretching me wide, but I move my hips, inviting him in deeper.
And gods.
With every roll of my hips, I can see his cock moving in and out of me in the reflection, and the sight obliterates me.
