With more than admiration, and a lot more than a little lust.
“My cock stirs again, this time harder. I wanna look away, but I don’t. Your eyes are too beautiful. Dangerous. I like to stay there a bit longer…picturing how theyroll back.” His voice hushed in the end, at the last word, sending a shudder all over my skin.
I smiled as he bit his lip, my muscles relaxing, growing…I’d have liked to say confident but no… I was growing horny. Very.
“I make myself stop before my erection is full. I try to stay away from you, but your smell holds me in. I take a deliberate breath.” He inhaled…me, his eyes closing. “It makes my skin tingle and sends a pulse down my cock. I draw closer, sniffing your hair.” He did as he said. “And I think about how your pussy smells right now.”
My pussy clenched. Hard.
“I distract myself by touching your hair. I like short hair, especially on you. It lets me see your neck. I wanna draw my thumb along it, then kiss you there.” His eyes followed his thumb as it moved along my neck. Then a little moan accompanied his kiss. “I wanna turn you and suck your lips between mine. I want to know if my kiss can make you wet like you are making me so fucking hard right now.”
I stared with full attention now, monitoring Mike’s every blink, every lash flutter, every lip twitch, every tremble. My arm stretched behind me to touch him, but he forced it back, shaking his head. I sighed, noticing my face; my eyes were hooded with arousal, my cheeks flushed, my lips apart.
“I want to press myself to your front to make you feel how much I want you, and I wanna see the look in your eyes when I do. But I don’t ‘cause I know I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you.” He took a moment to even his breath. “I let my hand touch your shoulders like this.” He gripped them. “Grab them, squeeze them, and I wanna touch your tits the same way. I wanna see them. Have to see them.”
I turned on my side, my breasts fully visible in the mirror.
He was on his knees behind me now, his eyes pinned to my breasts. “Now that I do, I shake, my cock as hard as a rock.” Flames burned in his gaze as his hands pushed down from my shoulders. “Your tits are killing me. I want them in my hands and in my mouth at the same time. I wanna swirl my tongue around your nipples, feel them harden for me.” His breaths became short as he fondled my breasts. “They’re very soft. Not round. Teardrop. Very real.” He groaned. “Heavy in my palms as I press them.”
I lay on my back and stared at the mirror, watching as he got as much of them into his mouth as he could. Then he went frantic, kissing, suckling, flicking. I was squirming and whimpering, but, in that instant, I’d never been so sure of my power as a woman. He was right. This was not such a bad idea after all.
I pressed his head on my chest, wanting more. Much more. “Fuck me in the tits.” It was more of an order than a request, my voice quiet, assured.
I traced his face in the mirror as he lifted his stare to me, his chest heaving. “I’m dying to fuck your tits, but I know I’m gonna come as soon as my cock is between them.” He closed his eyes, licking his lips. “Pre-cum dripping at the thought.”
“I want to see,” I demanded.
He held himself up, his dick in his hand. I hissed when two drops trickled on my stomach and slid down to my belly button.
“I’m shaking again, my heart ringing in my ears. I touch your stomach, feeling your waist and how your hips curve.” He moaned loudly, his hands moving lower. My legs parted as his fingers reached the top of my pussy. “I’m too hungry for you now. All the lovey-dovey shit is gone. I wanna fuck you like an animal, but I wanna know if you want to fuck me, too.” His rugged voice set something wild in my core. “Wanna put my fingers inside you to see how much you want my cock.” He looked at my face, not the mirror, his gaze piercing. “And I wanna hear you say it out loud.”
My pelvis rose as if reaching for something in the air. I stared at his reflection, my nipples so hard they hurt, my pussy even wetter than last night when he first touched me. “I want you to fuck me so much, Mike. So fucking much.”
He yanked his gaze from mine, tilting his head back, groaning. “As much as I want to, I stop my fingers from going into the pussy that’s torturing me,” he murmured.
“Why? What the fuck? Why?” He was the one torturing me, not the other way around.
“Your wetness is gonna rip me apart. I don’t wanna come just yet. I want my cock deep inside, making your cunt burn the same way my whole body burns.”
“Make me burn, Mike. Do it. What the hell are you waiting for? Do you want me to beg? I’m not gonna beg.” I touched myself. I couldn’t bear this emptiness where I needed him to fill me.
“Silenzio. I’m trying to cool down here.” He opened his eyes, glaring at me, grabbing my hand away. “Fuck, Maggie!” He flipped me on my stomach, folding one arm around my waist. I was on all fours, my ass in the air, and then he let go. “Your ass distracts me a little. I take my time, looking at it. Marveling at it.” He felt up the globes. “There’s actually something to grab there. Good God, your ass is so perfect I wanna eat it.” He bit me, and I moaned.
Mike Gennaro’s marveling at my big ass.
There was one thing I’d always liked but never asked for. Not when Kyle couldn’t eventalkdirty. “Spank it,” I said.
The raw growl from Mike made me shiver with pleasure. His palm clacked on my butt, and my face went red. It wasn’t rough or painful. It was erotic. Intense.
“Do it again,” I commanded.
He smacked the other cheek, a little harder this time. I winced, desire rippling through me. His palms felt hot as they groped my ass. “I want you to arch your ass in my hands, so I can put my finger in there.”
What the fuck? I turned my head to the side, glowering at him.
“Look in the mirror,” he ordered.
I narrowed my eyes at his reflection, hoping they were menacing enough.
