I’m supposed to let her take her pleasure first, supposed to let her ride me slow and deep until she’s trembling, but fuck—I need more.
I grip her thighs and move fast, lifting her as I push up from the bed, keeping her wrapped around me, her breath catching in a startled gasp.
"Marco—"
"Hold onto me, baby." My voice is rough, nearly gone from how much I’ve groaned and cursed and whispered filth against her skin.
She clings to me as I carry her, my cock still buried inside her, every step making her whimper, making her shudder.
I walk us across the room, past the flickering candlelight, past the sprawling bed, until I reach the floor-length mirror against the wall.
I sink into the leather chair in front of it, settling her in my lap, spreading her wide over me, keeping her facing forward.
Facing herself.
She gasps, her silver eyes locking on the reflection.
Her skin is flushed, glowing with the heat of what we’re doing, her lips swollen, her pupils blown wide with lust.
"Fuck, look at you," I murmur against her ear, one hand fisting in her hair, the other dragging down her stomach, my fingers pressing against the soft, sensitive place where I disappear inside her.
I thrust up hard, rolling my hips just right, making her body jerk, her breath hitch.
"Look at how glorious you are."
Her lips part, her eyes going hazy, her body pulsing around me as she trembles in my lap.
I watch her in the mirror, watch the way she reacts, the way she looks when I sink deeper, the way her thighs shake as I fuck up into her, keeping her wide open, keeping her right where I want her.
"You see that, baby?" I murmur, dragging my lips down her throat, my fingers rolling over her clit, slow, teasing, just enough to make her gasp.
She nods frantically, her hands flying to my arms, gripping them like she needs to hold onto something before she loses herself completely.
I thrust again, harder, deeper, making sure she feels every inch of me, making sure she sees what I see.
"See how you take me?" I whisper, dragging my teeth along her jaw, sucking at the soft skin just beneath her ear.
She moans, her body clenching around me, the wet sounds of us filling the room, filling every inch of the space between us.
"I love watching you like this," I groan, watching the way she rolls her hips against me, the way her body tightens, the way her mouth parts in a silent, breathless cry.
I grip her chin, tilting her face toward mine, kissing her deep and filthy, swallowing her moans as I fuck her harder, faster.
Her nails sink into my arms, her body shaking in my lap, the tension winding tighter and tighter until she’s trembling, until she’s right on the edge.
"Come for me, sweetheart."
She gasps, her body locking up, then shattering, pleasure crashing through her as she comes, her thighs squeezing around me, her moans breaking into desperate, shuddering cries.
The way she tightens and pulses around me is too much, too perfect, and I let myself go, holding her still as I thrust deep, coming inside her, my breath ragged, my lips pressing against her ear as I groan her name.
We stay like that for a moment, bodies tangled, breaths uneven, our reflections still glowing with the aftermath of what we’ve done.
I hold her in my arms until she falls asleep.
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MARCO
