She hopped out of bed and examined her back view in the freestanding full-length mirror she’d had delivered a few days ago. She was quite satisfied with it, smiling dreamily as she thought of all the ways Jason had to enjoy what she offered.
She patted it with one hand, enjoying the firmness under her palm and the slight resistance. How was it that Jason’s hand felt so different from her own? What was it that he did, to make that contact so sensual, and so shocking?
She tried a smack. The sound was piquant, but the sensation was nothing like what she experienced from her lover. All the same, a patch of faint pink blushed into being. It was pretty. She worked on deepening the colour, but she couldn’t bring herself to hit hard enough.
‘How does he do it?’ she asked herself aloud.
‘I can show you if you want.’
Jason leant into the room, hands on the top of the door frame, grinning a wide, louche grin.
Jenna spun around, hands over her mouth.
‘How long have you been there?’ she said, once she’d caught her breath.
‘Long enough,’ he teased.
‘You shouldn’t spy.’
‘What are you going to do about it?’
He swaggered into the room, impressively for a man who was completely naked and joined her at the mirror.
‘You can’t intimidate me,’ she said, but she was already breaking into a flirtatious smile, sensing the beginning of playtime.
‘Who said anything about intimidating you?’ he said, arriving behind her and putting his hands on her arms. ‘You said you wanted to know how I did it. Did what?’
He kissed her ear as she squirmed, unwilling to give an answer.
‘Go on,’ he whispered. His voice tickled her ear.
She watched him in the mirror, enjoying the sight of his height at her shoulder.
‘I like this mirror,’ she said, as a diversionary tactic.
‘So do I. But you’re trying to dodge the question. How do I do . . . what?’
‘I was wondering how you managed to make the impression that you do on my . . . skin.’
‘On your . . . skin,’ he mimicked. ‘What, this skin here?’ He nipped at her neck.
‘No, I mean . . . You saw what I was doing. Why are you even asking?’
‘Cos it’s fun to watch you trying to get out of saying stuff, of course.’
She watched transfixed as his hands moved to her breasts, cupping them. How giant his hands looked, and how red and stiff her nipples became in them.
‘This skin?’ he whispered, tweaking the swollen nubs.
‘No! I meant . . . for God’s sake.’ She pushed her bare bottom back into him so that his hardening cock slipped into its crease. ‘This!’
‘Oh, I like that,’ he said, holding her there and grinding himself into her. ‘That feels good. Would you like to take it further?’
She tensed.
‘Not like that, not yet,’ she whispered.
‘Then when, babe? Because I’ve been waiting a long time for your arse.’