I smiled. “Love you.”
He slapped again and I yelped. “Ouch, I didn’t look away!”
He slapped yet again. “That’s for bein’ so fuckin’ irresistible.”
My breath started to come faster. I was nearing a climax.
“Don’t come,” he warned, quickening his thrusts, shorter thrusts, but faster and with even more power. And then my breasts were against the mirror, my face smushed as he was losing control, going harder and harder.
I started to whimper. So close…
How could I not come?
I couldn’t see him now, but it wasn’t my fault --- it was the way he had me against the mirror.
“Don’t come, I said,” he grunted and held tight between my legs, stopping the motion on my clit, but continuing to drive in over and over.
“Please,” I whined, putting my hands against the mirror and pushing back a bit so I could get enough space to look up and see his expression in the mirror. Hot damn, but he was hot. Pumping into me, eyes on my ass, watching himself enter me. He grabbed my butt cheeks and parted them, eyes still watching down there. And he was close, too. Ready to blow his load inside me.
I was so insanely turned on.
“Please let me come.”
“Not yet.” He slapped it again and the ringing slap burned. He pulled out of the front and then his cock was nudging in back. I yelped. My legs were shaking. They were like Jell-O. He was back in front, evidently opting not to go the back-door route.
“The b-bed…” I whined. “Can’t stand up anymore.”
“Fuck, no. Do it for me. Stay on your feet, baby girl.”
I nodded, getting lost in sensation, trying to muster up strength in my noodley legs. His fingers were circling my clit some more. Yep. I was a wet noodle filled with sensation. I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer.
I don’t think he was going to be able to, either.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, Tommy. You.”
“Go. Come, Tia!” he ordered.
He circled faster while driving forward, rotating his hips with each slam, and it did not take more than a few thrusts, a few circles, before I came unglued. Loudly. Shaking all over, seeing my own o-face in the mirror as I came really fricking hard.
He hauled me up into his arms, put me in the bed and finished me off, finishing himself off, staring into my eyes from on top of me. When he finally came with a shudder and a guttural “Tia”, he rolled, taking me with him, and then we both passed out, pretzeled together.
***
Can’t breathe. Can’t. Breathe.
Something was on me. On top of me? My throat. My throat was being crushed.
Growling. Growling?
“Tommy?” I clawed. Where was Tommy? Where the fuck was Tommy? I grasped, clawed at the invisible forearm. Tommy?
Oh God, this was him. This was Tommy.
This was him in the pitch dark on top of me, holding me down with his weight, choking me out, crushing my windpipe. I dug my nails in and tried my hardest to pull air into my lungs. My feet were kicking. My other arm was pinned under his body somewhere. A knee? I grabbed for him, clawing, slapping, struggling.
And then he let me go.