I shuddered as he lifted my legs over his shoulders. His tongue on my clit was like velvet, soft and gentle, coaxing me to open wider, further. I gasped, then complied, opening my body as a flower opens to sunlight, then moaned as he licked in slow, methodical circles. Warmth flooded my limbs, and I tightened in response.
“So good,” he said, exhaling sharply. “Just let yourself feel it.”
I released my muscles, allowing my body to float on a cloud of rising sensation. I gasped as he slipped his fingers inside me, hearing the wet sounds they made as he curled them against me. A deep sigh escaped me as he pressed on it, bringing forth a new rush of pleasure.
John swirled his tongue in tighter circles, pairing it with urgent massaging of my inner wall. I whimpered at the intensity. He soothed me with love words, urging me to let go, to give myself to him. I surrendered with a helpless, high-pitched cry. I came harder than I expected, and my whole body curved to ride a wave of euphoria that crashed over me relentlessly.
When I finally lay there, limp and sated, John kissed my inner thighs and then stood. The floorboards creaked as he walked to the far corner of the room, and I frowned in confusion. He started dragging the antique full-length mirror towards the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see,” he answered.
He maneuvered the mirror so that it faced the bed, then sat in front of it. He opened his legs wide, then patted the mattress in front of him. I hesitated, eyeing the mirror, but settled between his legs and let him pull me back against him.
“Spread your legs,” he said against my hair, his gaze meeting mine in the mirror. “Let me see you.”
I swallowed, suddenly nervous. Even though he’d seen me hundreds of times, it felt vulnerable to watch myself do it.
Clearly sensing my hesitation, John kissed my temple.
“It’s alright,” he said softly. “If this is too much, we can stop. But I want to watch you, see your beautiful face as I touch you.”
I giggled nervously. “It feels…dirty.”
A wolfish smile spread across John’s features in the mirror.
“Isn’t that at least part of the appeal?” he asked, nipping my ear. “I want to see my cock buried deep inside you, and I want to watch while I make you mine again for the hundredth time. I want to see how sweetly you come for me again.”
Biting my lip, I slowly spread my legs apart, baring myself to him in the mirror. It was obvious that I was very wet. I flushed self-consciously as John brazenly stared at me, his eyes following the curves of my body in the mirror, drinking me in. When he spoke, his voice was a low growl.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Claire. Truly.”
My flush deepened, this time with pleasure. He combed his fingers through my hair and gently inhaled the scent. In the candlelight, the locks reflected red and gold, creating a halo effect.
I gave a soft shudder as his other hand migrated south, settling between my legs. He covered my clit with his palm before sliding two fingers inside me. He pumped his fingers methodically and made a gentle grinding motion against my clit at the same time. I gasped.
“Look at yourself,” John breathed in my ear, his free hand coming up to tilt my chin, so I was forced to look at our reflection. “How breathtaking you are.”
The woman in the mirror was heavily flushed, her eyes bright with anticipation and pleasure, her red hair flowing wild down her chest and back. She looked love-drunk and wanton, and somehow, that only stoked the flame of my arousal higher. I shook with pleasure, my entire body rigid as I chased the tempest of sensations further and further towards bliss.
The pressure inside me grew unbearable, especially because I felt him hardening behind me as he watched me in the mirror. His fingers sped up, sliding in and out of me in a deep, steady rhythm, while he moved his thumb to play with my clit.
“Come on,” John coaxed. “Eyes on me, gorgeous. Watch me make you come.”
I met his gaze in the mirror, hard and commanding, and a rush of intense euphoria filled my body. A hoarse cry escaped me, thenanother, and another, as the pleasure worked its way through every muscle. When it passed, I went limp against him.
“That was a nice one,” he said as he pressed kisses against my shoulder, but his reflection had a wicked glint in its eye. “But I think you can give me more.”
My eyes narrowed. “You’re awfully smug for a guy that’s so hard his dick is like a brand against my back.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Getting mouthy, hmm? Maybe this will help.”
Without warning, he lifted my hips and pulled me backward, pressing the tip of his erection at my entrance. I gasped as gravity aided me in taking his full length, my buttocks braced against his thighs, and John gave a deep, throaty groan. He kissed my hair, and his gaze moved to our reflection. He lowered his hand between my thighs to touch the point of our joining, and I trembled.
“There’s my sweet girl,” John murmured. “Taking me so well.”
Watching him make love to me added another intimate dimension; I loved seeing him revel in our pleasure. His fingers drifted up from our connection to stroke me, knowing instinctively how to work my clit, still sensitive from orgasm. His rhythm inside me was slow, deep, and deliciously sensual. I gave a low moan, which quickly turned into a high-pitched sob as I shattered again. Pleasure exploded again in my body, spreading all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes, curling them.
