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The closer I get, the more the air crackles with that unexplainable charge. Her widening eyes, let me know she feels it too.
Playing her little game, I shrug from my black tuxedo jacket and toss it on a velvet chair next to the bed.
My fingers fumble, desperate to rid myself of this black bowtie.
She arches her back, turning slightly to the side, but her eyes stay fixed on me in the mirror. I undo the buttons of my shirt, one at a time, bearing my chest to her. Her hungry eyes drag down my chest, past my abs, to where my hands pause on my trouser fasten.
Her tongue reaches out and wets her bottom lip, and I flick them open, before drawing the zipper down, torturing us both. The urge to rush and take her is nearly overpowering, but I hold back and continue this seductive bedroom tango.
She lets out a little moan, her breath fogging the glass.
I move closer, and her breathing picks up. Her breast rise and fall with her fast beating heart. The only sounds are the whispered swooshes of clothes being removed and the panting we’ve resorted to as we eye fuck each other through a mirror.
The most erotic foreplay I’ve ever taken part in.
Once I finally reach her, I step between her legs and draw my hard length from my boxer briefs. Taking my shaft, I press it to her lace-covered arse, and her hands reach behind her to pull me closer. I thrust up, massaging myself against the soft fabric.
With my left hand, I work my way around her hips, past to the hallow under her ribs and up to feel the swell of her breast. I could nearly explode right here on her back from the weight of her perfect breast in my palm. I roll her rosy bud between my fingers like a cord of rope. Capable hands from years of practicing tying sailing knots. A hobby I immersed myself in when I discovered what could be mine one day, either by inheritance or force.
Now there is an idea, I think to myself as my right hand continues stroking myself.
"Arms," I command, and she lifts them. At this angle, her breasts press upward, begging to be tasted.
Releasing my cock, I use both hands to pivot her in my arms, and dip my head, just for a second, just long enough for me to swipe both nipples with my tongue, teasing her, before taking them in my mouth. I drag my nose along her skin, breathing her dark scent in before turning her in my arms, back to face the mirror.
"Cohen," she moans out, dropping her hands.
"Put your hands on the glass and leave them there for a second," I order, and her eyes light up at my command. She likes to be bossed around it seems. Good. That’ll make things a lot easier.
I don’t know a great deal about being a dominant or a submissive, I just know I like to be in control, both in and out of the bedroom. Call it whatever you like.
Her head falls forward to rest on the cool glass as I reach around with one hand and dip my fingers below the waistband of lace to see just how wet she is. Finding her dripping core, I swirl my fingers in it before withdrawing my hand.
“Soaked,” I whisper into her platinum hair as she watches me lift my fingers to my mouth and lick the evidence of her arousal from my fingers.
“Let me taste you,” she begs. “It’s only fair.”
I take a step back, nodding, and she drops to her knees in front of me, using my discarded trousers as a cushion on the wood floor.
A hiss escapes my mouth as she puts her delicate hands on me, ridding me of my boxer briefs and dragging blood red nails down my skin, the sensation equal parts pleasure and pain.
Reaching forward, she takes me into her mouth, hands free, and swirls around the tip before nearly taking my full length, until my tip brushes the back of her throat. Her mouth draws me in and out, her palms gripping my bare arse as she tastes me. My hands fly to the glass to balance myself. The heat of her mouth and the twist and tangle of her tongue is like velvet against me. Looking over her head, her perfect, pale arse juts out, teasing me in the sinful black lace and those red soles staring up at me.
She makes the most incredible noises as she finds pleasure from giving me pleasure. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I won’t last long, and I want the first time we come to be together.
“Scarlett, baby, I can’t take much more.” I use my hands and push back on the mirror, sliding from her mouth with a loud pop. I could blow from the sound alone, but when I look down and see a ring of red on my cock, her lip prints on me, I snap.
“I need to be inside you.” Lifting her to her feet, I pull her back to me and walk us over to the bed, where I bend her over a pristine white duvet. “Now.”
She moans and pushes back against me. My rough fingers flick open the garter fasteners before dragging her panties down. The shimmery fabric slides down her coconut scented skin. I tap one foot, then the other, for her to step out of the panties. Her breathing picks up, as I part her legs and settle between them, dragging my hardness against her soft folds, taking her wet heat with me.
Her back arches and nails grip the bedding as I grind against her from behind. Grabbing a condom and rolling it on, I line myself up to her dripping core and drive in.
She rocks forward, scrambling to her knees for more traction. I hold her hip in place as I pull her back toward me. My mouth clamps onto her shoulder and I suck as I feel her heels digging into my thighs. The pent-up energy of waiting to be with her has me biting back a scream as I sink my teeth lightly into her skin.
She moans out in pleasure. “Yes, that’s it.”
Her walls tighten around me, and my pace slows, wanting to savor this but knowing it won’t last. As a moment of clarity barrels through me, I realize this is all wrong. I’m not going to fuck the ghosts away.
