Dirty Desires

“Fuck you?”

“On the bed. In front of the mirror.”

“You want to watch?”

“Yes.”

Fuck. I can’t say no to that.

“Please.” She just barely shifts her hips.

Yes. But not yet. I need to feel her this close. To feel every part of her body pressed against mine.

I push her dress off her hips.

Then her knickers.

She lets them fall to her feet.

“Not yet.” I hold her in place as I do away with my clothes.

Then I bring my hands to her hips. Hold her body against mine.

Soak in all her warmth, her softness, her need.

She needs to be mine.

But it’s not—

I don’t know what’s possible anymore. Only that I need her.

I press my lips to her neck. A soft kiss. Then harder.

Hard enough she groans.

Hard enough she whines.

I keep one hand on the tie binding her wrists. Bring the other to her hip. Tilt her just enough.

“Fuck.” Her voice is pure need.

It’s there. Everything I feel.

The bliss of my body joining hers.

The sweet softness of her cunt stretching to take me.

Slowly, I push inside her.

I hold her close. Inhale everything about the moment. The smell of her shampoo. The taste of her skin.

Then I pull back and push into her again.

She groans as her forehead presses into the wall.

Again.

Slow at first.

Then harder.

Hard enough her groans run together.

Hard enough she yelps. Turns her head. Reaches for release.

Part of the scene?

Or an actual request?

I promised to push her. I did. I have.

But right now—

My thoughts aren’t straight enough. I don’t trust myself enough.

I bring my hand to her throat.

She groans as I take a half-step back. Pull her with me.

Her eyes go to the floor. The wall. The mirror across from the bed.

Perpendicular to us.

She can’t see our reflection.

She’s reaching for it.

I hold her body against mine. Bring her to the bed. Push her onto it.

She lets her head roll to one side. Then the other. Her gaze shifts to the mirror.

She’s desperate to watch.

And I—

Need more first.

I turn her over. Drop to my knees in front of her. Push her legs apart.

“Watch.” I press my lips to her thigh. “Watch as you come on my face, vixen.”

She responds with a groan. For a moment, her eyes fix on me. She stares at me like I’m the only thing she wants.

Then her gaze shifts to the mirror.

She watches as I pin her thighs to the bed. As I drag my lips up her leg.

Bring my mouth to her cunt.

She tastes like heaven.

And the way she shakes as I lick her—

I take one moment for myself. To taste every fucking part of her.

Then I bring my mouth to her clit. To the spot she likes.

She gasps as I flick my tongue against her. “Fuck.” Her breath hitches.

I dig my nails into her skin as I flick my tongue against her.

Again and again.

Until she’s writhing against my hands.

Until she’s there.

I pull back to take in our reflection. The pleasure spreading over her expression. The arch of her back. The bind of her wrists.

My hands on her thighs.

I keep her on the edge for one perfect moment.

Then I bring my mouth to her clit. Give her exactly what she needs.

She groans as I flick my tongue against her.

Again and again.

Until she’s there, groaning my name as she comes on my lips.

I work her through her orgasm. Then I rise. Flip her onto her back. Redo her binding.

Through the mirror, she makes eye contact. Stares at me with all the need and trust in the world.

She trusts me with her body. Trusts me to tease her. To give her exactly what she craves.

I push her legs apart.

She watches as I lift her hips and slide inside her.

Her eyes close for a moment. Bliss spreads over her expression. It’s too much for her to take.

But she is going to take it.

“Watch.” I run my nails over her arse.

She just barely nods. Slowly, her eyes flutter open. Slowly, her gaze fixes on our reflection.

She watches as I drive into her again.

And again.

Fuck.

She’s soft and wet and mine.

Mine.

Maybe not forever.

But right now.

I drive into her again and again.

Until she’s so wracked with pleasure she has to close her eyes.

Until I’m the only thing in her fucking universe.

Then I bring my hand to her throat. Grip her tight enough to push her over the edge.

This time, she comes fast.

Her cunt pulses around me. Pulling me closer. Consuming every thought in my brain.

A few more thrusts and I’m there.

I groan her name as I come.

As I spill every fucking drop.

Then I release her. Undo the tie binding her wrists. Hold her close.

She curls into my chest.

Dissolves between my arms.

Still mine.

Maybe not forever.

Or for long enough.

But for now.

I wake to news from Ty.

The meeting is set.

The date is fixed.

In a week, I sign the papers that sever the last tie between me and Laura.

In two weeks, I send Eve on her way.