Rasmus stands behind me in front of the full-length mirror, his hands roaming over my skin, his body pressed against mine. The bedside lamp casts a warm hue over us, making the moment even more intimate.
I notice the minor changes in my body. My breasts are fuller and heavier, while my nipples are overly sensitive, as Rasmus’ lips proved moments ago. My other curves are also softer, and there’s a faint swell in my abdomen.
Ramus notices everything, too. Of course he does. His hands slide up to cup my breasts, thumbs moving over my aching nipples. His dark eyes meet mine as he watches my ecstatic reactions to his addicting touch. He studies me as if I’m the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.
“You’re beautiful. There are no words to describe how I feel seeing you like this,” he tells me, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of my neck. I love how his beard feels against my sensitive skin. “Look at you. How did I get so lucky?”
I do look at us. I can’t help but do that when he touches me unhurriedly, worshipping my body. I’m not only wanted butadoredby him. My skin flushes under his large teasing and exploring hands. He hardens against my lower back, his body responding as intensely as mine does.
His right hand trails down my stomach again, fingers tracing the faint curve of my belly. He rests his hand there, memorizing tonight. I lean into him, arching my back as his fingers slip between my legs, stroking me slowly. My breath catches, and I try to clench my thighs together.
“Let me see all of you, sweetness,” he whispers, his voice is thick with arousal as his lips brush against the shell of my ear, making me moan in return. His free hand slides lower between my legs, spreading me open for him.
I watch myself in the mirror as his fingers slide inside me, deep and unhurried.
“Fuck, I love this,” he groans. “You’re so wet for me. Always so fucking perfect and ready for my cock, aren’t you, my good girl?” His forehead drops to my shoulder. I whimper at the stretch his fingers provide. “You feel so damn good. I could stay like this all night.”
But I need more than his touch. My body is already on fire, desperate for more of him, more of this. “Ras, please.”
“Please what?”
“You know what,” I pant, pushing back against him. “I need all of you.”
He pulls his fingers from me and guides me forward until my hands brace against the mirror. The cool glass meets my palms, and I get flashbacks from our first time. We were as wild and desperate back then.
What I don’t expect is his palm that comes down against my ass. The slap isn’t harsh. It’s more like a test. His gaze in the mirror darkens as he waits for my reaction.
“More,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
His low chuckle makes my core tighten. “What a good girl, taking everything I give you. I can feel your heart racing, so fucking desperate for me.”
I nod as my pulse hammers in my ears.
“Use your words.” His hand trails over the reddening spot. “I need your words, sweetness.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Spank me, please.”
He hums in approval. The next smack is harder. The sting mixes with the overwhelming heat between my thighs, and I moan loudly. He keeps me steady with one hand as he delivers another sharp slap.
“You love this, don’t you?” His voice is pure filth. “You love it when I get rough with you.”
I can’t even pretend I don’t. “Yes,” I gasp.
“Good girl.”
The praise sends a fresh wave of arousal pooling between my legs. He notices it and groans.
“I should punish you for being so fucking desperate for my cock,” he says as he drags his fingers through my slick heat. “But I need to be inside you more.”
I whimper at the loss of his touch, but it doesn’t take long until Rasmus lines himself up behind me, teasing my opening with the tip of his hard cock.
“Watch,” he orders. “Pay attention to how perfect you look taking me.”
The moment he pushes inside, we both groan, his name slipping from my lips as my body stretches to accommodate his bigger size.
“You always take me so fucking well,” he praises, sliding his hand up to grip my throat lightly. “Such a perfect woman. And all mine.”
“All yours,” I echo, my voice shaky. His possession is everything I didn’t know I needed.
