She shakes her head. "Watch from there."
My eyes pass over her again. Faster this time. Taking in every inch.
She sits on the bed, spreads her legs half an inch.
Then another.
Another.
Until her knees are against the sheets.
Until I can see every sweet inch of her cunt.
Fuck.
My breath leaves my body.
My blood rushes south.
I'm usually patient. It's one of my greatest strengths.
But right now?
I need to touch her, taste her, feel her.
I need to bury my head between her legs and lick her until she's coming on my face.
I press my palms into my slacks. Force myself to stay in place.
She looks me in the eyes as she slips her hand between her legs.
She doesn't tease. She goes straight to where she needs stimulation. Rubs herself with two fingers.
For a moment, her eyes stay on mine.
Then they flutter together.
Her chest heaves.
Her fingers claw at the sheets.
She works herself with steady strokes.
Again and again.
Pushing closer and closer.
She's there fast, moaning and tugging at the sheets as she comes.
Pleasure spreads over her expression.
Her entire body tenses and relaxes.
She nearly melts into the bed.
Somehow, she doesn't. She stands. Crosses the space to me.
Brings both hands to my chest. The button. "The mirror is right there." She nods to the wall across from the bed.
"I know."
"It wasn't there last time."
I nod.
"You moved it for me?"
"For both of us."
"Good." She undoes the first button. The second. The third. She pushes the shirt off my shoulders. "I like the way you watch." She undoes my belt buckle and tosses it aside. "You're the same as always. Patient and intense and irresistible." She kisses me as she unzips my slacks.
I wrap my arms around her. Back her against the bed. Kick off my shoes and socks.
She pushes my slacks off my hips.
I step out of them and lower her onto the bed.
She reaches for something. A condom. She already has it in place. It's fucking genius.
But this first.
I pin her legs to the bed, drop between them, place my lips to the inside of her knee.
I kiss a line up her thigh.
She shudders as I get closer—
Closer—
"Simon." She reaches for something. My hair. My shoulders. "I haven't. It's been a long time."
"I'll start slow."
She murmurs a yes as my lips brush her clit.
Her head falls back to the right. The side with the mirror.
She's watching.
Is there anything sexier?
I take a moment to take in the sight of her splayed wide on the bed, unfolding for me, then I dive between her legs.
Slowly, I explore every inch of her. The soft strokes that make her thighs shake. The quick flicks that make her nails dig into my back.
Then harder.
Higher.
The spot where she needs me.
She gasps as I flick my tongue against her. "Fuck. Simon." Her thighs fight my hands. Her hand knots in my hair. "Don't stop."
I'd die first.
I stay where she needs me. Work her with those same steady strokes. Again and again.
Pushing her closer and closer.
Until she's there.
She digs her nails into my skin, rocking against my lips, shaking as she comes.
She gets sweeter, wetter, even more irresistible.
I need to have her here.
I need to have her everywhere.
She tugs at my hair. Reaches for something. The foil package.
She tears it with her teeth.
It's almost absurd enough to knock me off my feet. Beautiful, elegant queen of the world, Vanessa Moyer tearing a condom wrapper with her teeth.
A high school fantasy come to life.
How many times did I fuck myself to her?
A hundred?
A thousand?
She rakes her nails over my chest, hungry and impatient. She doesn't wait. She wraps her hand around me. Pumps with firm, steady strokes.
Fuck.
My eyes fall closed.
My thoughts tune to her.
The feel of her palm. The sound of her groan. The smell of her skin.
She pumps me one more time, then she rolls the rubber over my cock, wraps her legs around my hips.
I lower my body onto hers.
Chest, stomach, pelvis.
My cock brushes against her.
Fuck. She feels good. It's almost too much to take.
Different this time.
Her skin against mine.
Her need against mine.
I can't look away. Not even to watch in the mirror.
"Fuck." She claws at my skin. Her head tips back. Her lips part with a groan.
I need more.
Every ounce of her pleasure.
Every scrape of her nails. Every second of her groan. Every shudder of her thighs.
She's right. I know hell.
But this, this is heaven.
I'm not slow or patient.
I pull back and drive into her again.
Again.
Her eyes go to the mirror.
I watch her watch.
Until it's too much to take.
Then I bring my gaze to her, take in all the need on her face one more time.
I close my eyes and bring my lips to hers.
She kisses back with reckless abandon.
Hard and hungry.
Demanding every ounce of my attention, need, devotion.
I want to give it to her.
I want to give her everything.
Her hips rock to meet mine.
Every thrust pushing her closer and closer—