While they gently discovered one another's touch, Ryan began stimulating her sex again.
He burrowed his long forefinger between her folds and moved the hard ridge of it up and down and in tiny, firm circular motions. Hope bit her lip to stifle a sharp cry of pleasure.
He stroked her so masterfully, as though he knew her flesh even better than she.
He once again fisted his erection and began to stroke himself with long, sure movements, twisting his fist slightly when he reached the area just below the fat, plum-sized head.
Hope watched him, wide-eyed with excitement, still clutching the damp tip of his penis.
She started out of her trance when she realized he was showing her how he wanted to be pleasured. She closed her hand into a fist, frustrated she couldn't completely encircle his girth like his own large hand did.
She began to stroke him. His movements on her sex grew more rapid. She found herself spreading her legs, wanting more of the sensation ... more of Ryan.
He watched her hand pumping his penis and Hope realized he did it for more than mere pleasure at the visual stimulation. Ryan wanted to see how far she could penetrate through their window into each other's reality. She gripped his penis tightly and slid along the dense shaft. She spied his testicles nestled just above the cotton pants that he wore and longed to stroke them. Just like the classical sculptures of the male nudes she'd studied so intently, his testicles were free of hair, hanging like round, succulent fruit between his thighs.
A more arousing, awe-inspiring sight Hope couldn't have imagined if her life depended on it.
She slid her hand along his penis but a few inches from his testicles she encountered a strange barrier. It gave to pressure, but no more than a half an inch or so.
Hope groaned. She wondered if Ryan did the same thing in his world when she glanced up at his face and he wore a pinched expression of frustration ... and something else. Her hand gripped him tight and stroked him long and hard when she recognized what she saw was arousal near the breaking point.
She may not be able to stroke his entire length or his testicles but her touch clearly gave him pleasure. It was an intoxicating experience, to realize she had the power to put that hot, almost wild look in his eyes.
He pressed as close to the mirror as he could while still giving her room to pump her hand up and down his shaft. She twisted her hand just below the head like he'd showed her. She pounded her hand over his straining penis again and again even as his fingers made her burn unbearably. She would explode any second she was so excited to touch him and to be touched by Ryan in return.
Her hand paused in its rapid pumping motion when he suddenly pressed his middle finger to her slit and pushed into her. A shaky cry leaked past her lips. Her forehead fell against the mirror with a dull thump. He continued to stimulate that burning piece of flesh between her swollen outer lips but at the same time he insisted upon entrance to her body.
She saw him spread his long legs, bringing him down closer to her height without altering her hold on his penis overly much. His face lowered to hers. He watched her, their eyes less than an inch apart even though they were separated by the barrier of the glass and 102 years. He gently worked his finger into her. Her lips fell open and she gasped softly, her breath causing a patch of circular mist to grow on the mirror when he twisted his finger and impaled her to his knuckle.
She beat his erection with her hand, wild with cresting desire. She clenched her eyelids shut as the tension broke and pleasure ripped through her flesh. Her body tightened around Ryan's stroking finger but he continued to plunge into her, faster and faster.
Still in the midst of a thunderous orgasm, Hope felt his penis swell and then spasm in her hand. The sensation was so amazing that she looked down despite the shudders of pleasure that tore through her. Thick, white fluid began to spurt from the slit on his penis.
Hope stared in aroused fascination as his seed streamed onto the floor in his world.
She cried out in surprised excitement when his still climaxing member suddenly plunged through the mirror and she found herself stroking a long, climaxing penis in her very own bedroom.
Hope looked up at Ryan in shock. Her mouth fell open in awe when she saw his large body directly next to the mirror, his muscular arms draped over the top of it, his lips curled in a small snarl of thwarted desire ... his gaze on her feral in its intensity. For a second she couldn't draw breath under the impact of the powerfully erotic image of him.
She thought sure he'd lunge directly into her bedroom, for what could possibly restrain such a powerful force of nature as Ryan at that moment?
His muscles spasmed visibly.
And then he was gone. Just like that. One moment he was there, looking like he would storm straight through the barriers of time in order to claim her. The next she stood alone as aftershocks of pleasure still vibrated through her flesh.
Hope glanced down at her outstretched hand and gave a soft cry of loss when she saw Ryan's warm seed still clinging to her skin and pooling on the wood floor.
SIX
Ryan bared his teeth when he realized he could no longer see Hope. 'He still tried to catch his breath following a blistering orgasm as he lowered his arms from the top of the wardrobe door. He felt like he'd been humping the damn thing.
The thought made him glance down quickly, relieved to see his cock had come back to the year 2008 with him. Wouldn't it have been a new definition of nightmare for both Hope and him if it hadn't?
"Thank God for small favors," he mumbled.
He searched the mirror and saw only his sad self panting like a madman, his cock still dripping for a 127-year-old woman.
Jesus, if this didn't beat all.