“A while,” I answer quietly.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Ames, I wasn’t making fun of you. In fact I’m impressed.” I meet his eyes through the mirror, and find only sincerity in his gaze.
“Impressed that a virgin can write book porn?”
He breaks out into a full-on belly laugh. “Well, yeah, you’ve got a good imagination for sure. I’ve never been one for books, I was shit at English in school, but from what little I read, you’re a good writer.”
I give him a small smile. “Thanks.”
He takes a step closer until he’s only a foot away from me. “Is that what you fantasize about when you touch yourself?”
I take a deep breath and nod my head.
He takes another step, his body just brushing mine, his warm breath wafting over the back of my neck, making the tiny hairs there stand on end and goose bumps spread across my skin. “Tell me something, when you’re writing that stuff, and when you’re lying in bed at night, naked, with your fingers buried in your pussy, who is it you’re thinking about?”
I squeeze my thighs together to quell the throbbing ache that’s beginning to grow between my legs.
“You,” I finally breathe out, and in a split second, he’s on me.
His arm goes around my waist as he pulls me back against him. He uses his other hand to turn my head and tip my chin up so that he can kiss me. His mouth crashes to mine, his tongue invading my mouth. My neck aches from the uncomfortable angle, but his kiss is worth the pain.
He pulls back and strips me of my towel before ridding himself of his own. Through the mirror, my eyes drop down to his already hard cock. He bends me over the dressing table so my chest is flat against the white shiny surface, my face just an inch from the mirror.
“Stay there,” he tells me before walking over to where his jeans lie discarded from last night, to retrieve a condom from the pocket.
The anticipation has my legs trembling and desire pooling not only in my belly, but also between my legs. He comes back to stand behind me, and reaches around to play with my clit.
“Logan,” I moan, as his fingers dip inside me, finding me already soaked for him.
He kicks my legs wide open, his feet planted between mine to keep me just where he wants me. I hear him tear open the foil packet and groan when he rolls the condom down his length. I watch his arm move back and forth as he strokes his cock, before he lines himself up with my entrance.
His dark, lustful eyes meet mine through the mirror. “You want this?”
“Yes.” My voice is barely a whisper.
“I’m about to make your dreams become your reality, babygirl,” he promises, “all those fantasies… you don’t have to imagine them anymore. They’re all yours.” Without warning, he slams himself inside me, forcing me forward, my hips hitting the edge of the table painfully. I bite into my bottom lip, tasting blood as I try to suppress my scream.
He pulls out slowly, then thrusts back in, hard. And just like my fantasy, he places one hand on my hip, the other using my shoulder as leverage as he begins to fuck me.
He pistons in and out of me, and my eyes begin to flutter closed as I get lost in the pleasure. I drop my head forward, but Logan grips my hair in his fist and pulls my face up.
“Watch. Watch me while I fuck you.” His demanding words have my inner walls clenching around him and he groans, his hand returning to my shoulder as he thrusts harder.
His other hand reaches down to rub my swollen clit and I cry out, forcing myself not to break eye contact with him through the mirror. Watching him while he fucks me like this does something to me, the eye contact creating a sort of connection between us.
Sweat beads on his forehead, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together echo around my bedroom, the sound is crude, but it only turns me on more.
“Christ, Ames. You feel fucking amazing,” he groans.
The sounds he’s making bring me closer to my release. “Oh my God, Logan. I’m so close.”
I expect him to speed up, but he doesn’t, he continues his hard, steady rhythm and I feel my orgasm building quickly. It hits me out of nowhere and I bite my lip to keep from screaming as I come hard around his cock. I tremble and shake, my legs threatening to give way from under me, thank god his grip on my hip is so tight that it keeps me from collapsing.
His thrusts come faster and less rhythmic as Logan chases his own orgasm. I watch him through the mirror as his head tips back, his lips parting as he comes. A deep, guttural groan escaping him.
He falls forward, his forehead resting against my shoulder, and he pants for breath, his sweaty body sticking to my own.
“That was incredible,” I murmur, and I feel him press his lips to my shoulder.
