She needs to feel taken care of. Properly.
I move her hand to skim up her sides, my hand now gliding and guiding hers exactly howIwould touch her. I tease the undersides of her breasts, moving up until her fingers brush over a puckered nipple. A moan escapes her the moment she gives in, falling into me like putty. Blood rushes to my cock, and fuck, just the feeling of having her body pressed against mine could make me come.
I nudge her dainty foot to the side with my boot, opening her stance. ‘Wider, baby. I need to see all of you,’ I groan, cursing but loving how she looks, how she feels.
She mewls, as if I’m not giving her enough, and she greedily thrusts her ass back into me. So I give her one slow torturous stroke of my cock against her ass, pissed off that the fabric of my clothes is in the way but loving how a moan gets caught in her throat. Her fingers brush against her clit, instantly glistening.
‘So wet.’ I whisper, then I move her fingers down her body, watching as her eyelids grow heavy.
I stop.
Her eyes flutter open, searching mine with anger, silently demanding an answer as to why the fuck I would stop. I shake my head. Bringing her fingers between her lips, I press them in, forcing her to suck the evidence of her pleasure.
‘Don’t close your eyes, or I’ll stop,’ I warn, moving her fingers back down again. With my free hand, I swipe the condensation from the mirror, revealing us in a smattered handprint where our eyes lock in the reflection.
‘Watch yourself come.’
She does. She watches as our entwined hands move lower. Precum shoots through the head of my dick. My chest vibrates with a growl when I feel the heat of her silky pussy through our fingers. I pull back slightly, letting her show me. She starts a slow rhythm, circling her clit and the backs of her fingers brush mine. Her mouth parts as she continues her motions, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
But it’s not how she should be touched.
‘You’re doing so well, Gianna,’ I croon. ‘I’d take my time with you. Cherish every single inch of you. Savour every one of your cries and inhale all your moans.’ I pause, leaning in closer to her ear. ‘But I wouldn’t let you come quickly.’ I speak against her skin. ‘And I wouldn’t touch you so softly.’
I drive her fingers in deep. Her tight channel pulses as it takes in two of her fingers.
Goddamn.
She moans as wetness drips onto our hands and the sound of her arousal echoes across the tiles. Even thoughher head falls back to land on my chest, she keeps her gaze locked on mine in the mirror.
‘Such a good girl,’ I breathe.
Then I move her hand. Sliding her fingers how I would if they were my own. Back and forth, I guide her palm, pressing circular motions against her clit. She cries my name, over and over, like a chant, her head lolling as her breaths come out choppy and laboured.
‘That’s it, baby. Give it to me,’ I urge.
We move faster, her pussy drenching our hands, and I feel drops of my own cum making a mess inside my jeans. I push against her ass, shoving her against the basin and making our hands press down harder.
She shifts, her delicate fingers wrapping around my wrist, moving my free hand from around her waist. She drags it back up to rest prettily around her neck, and then she squeezes.
My body catches fire with an inferno of lust. I grip her neck tighter. ‘Want me to take your breath away, huh?’
She nods lazily, melting in my hold. Goosebumps erupt across her flesh and I want to lick each one of them.
Her hand presses down on my fingers around her neck, begging me.
I shake my head. ‘That’s not what you need.’
Keeping my hand on her throat, I lean in close to whisper in her ear. ‘You’re going to breathe slower for me. Deeper. Breathe in.’ As she inhales, I sink her fingers inside her pussy. When her breath stalls on a gasp, I stop. ‘You stop breathing, you stop watching, we stop moving. Finish that breath.’
Her chest rises slowly, and I move with her.
‘That’s it, baby.’ I nod as her chest rises and falls completely. With each breath in, I push her fingers insideof her. And with each slow breath out, I drag them back. She whimpers, but she continues to breathe, filling her lungs deep and slow.
‘I’ll touch you like this every night when you’re mine,’ I promise.
Something in her changes, and she shudders right before she detonates, coming hard with my name screamed so loud, I don’t ever want her to say it any other way again. Her tight, perfect pussy spasms so hard, I feel the pulse through her fingers.
And she watches herself come apart on our hands through the mirror.
