I lean forward, pressing my butt against his face as he consumes me. Until I’m shuddering, coming with a whimper. A moan. Grateful he has a hold on me or else I would’ve slipped to the floor. The orgasm left me weak.
He rises up to tower over me, spinning me around so I’m facing him. I stare up at him in a daze, letting him kiss me, his hand slipping between us to stroke me from the front this time. “So easy, making you come.”
“It felt so good,” I whisper.
“When I fuck you, I want you to watch in the mirror, okay? I know that’s what got you off, Birdy.” His dark tone tells me he likes that I watched. That I enjoyed it.
“Okay,” I agree weakly, not even protesting when he unzips my dress and pushes it off my shoulders, revealing that I’m not wearing a bra.
My nipples are hard and aching. My entire body throbs, demanding his attention. He sheds my dress quickly, until I’m completely naked, and he’s got me on the bed sprawled out while he stands beside it and removes his clothes.
“I wanted to take my time with you,” he murmurs as he studies me. “Savor you. It’s been a week since the last time we were like this.”
I nod, shifting my legs, restless. There’s a buzz beneath my skin that makes me squirm and it has everything to do with him.
“But you make me too impatient,” he continues, his gaze drifting down the length of me. “Touch yourself.”
I go completely still, remembering how he asked me to do this last time. “Do you like watching me touch myself?”
“I want to see you rub your clit. Make yourself come again.”
I settle my hand in between my legs, suddenly shy. It’s the middle of the afternoon. There’s so much light spilling into the room, I can hide nothing. I’m on complete and total display.
“Spread your legs wider. I want to see all of you.” He settles on the bottom of the mattress, his gaze zeroed in on the spot between my legs.
I push them open wider, my jaw dropping when I watch him wrap his fingers around his shaft and begin stroking. I brush my fingers against my clit, whimpering at how sensitive it is.
“Hurts?” he asks.
I nod. “A little.”
“Keep rubbing,” he urges, and I do.
We stare at each other as we touch ourselves, and it is the hottest thing I think we’ve ever done. My fingers are busy while he watches with rapt attention. My complete fascination with the way he strokes himself, his thumb coating the head with leaking pre-cum.
My mouth waters. My body vibrates. I want him inside me. I want to feel him move within me, our bodies connected, our mouths fused. I want to feel him come and I want to come again too.
I want all of it. Now. I feel greedy for it. Greedy for him.
He must feel it too because he suddenly gets up, his cock hard and curving upward as he makes his way over to the nightstand and pulls out a condom. I watch him put it on as I stroke myself, my skin growing hot and itchy.
“Come here,” he says as he settles on the edge of the mattress, his feet planted on the floor. “Sit on me.”
I do as he asks, scrambling across the bed and adjusting myself, so I’m straddling his lap. His cock nudges against my backside and his face is at breast-level, which is too much of a temptation for him to ignore. He draws my nipple in his mouth and sucks, murmuring around my flesh, “Look in the mirror.”
I glance over and see my reflection. The rosy flush to my skin. My hair wild and Crew’s head at my chest. His lips tugging on my nipple before he lets it go, his tongue darting out for a long, sensual lick.
“Oh,” I choke out, completely overcome. My skin breaks out in goosebumps when he pays attention to the other nipple, his mouth working wonders on my flesh.
“Rise up, baby,” he whispers, and it’s the way he calls me baby that has me melting. I brace my knees on the edge of the bed and lift up, his cock nudging at my entrance. He reaches around, adjusting himself, and when I slowly lower myself down on his length, we both groan in pleasure.
He’s deeper inside me like this, and I pause for a moment, allowing my body to readjust. This is only the third time we’ve had sex, and I feel as if we’re going from zero to sixty with this position, but oh my God, I don’t want to stop. I love how deep he is. How close we are.
I glance down at him, swooping in for a kiss, and it turns dirty in seconds. His tongue, his teeth, his lips. He’s trying to consume me, and I want to let him.
I want him.
“Rise back up,” he urges, and I do so, that slow glide of my body riding his cock nearly making my eyes cross with pleasure. I keep doing it. Up and down. Nice and slow. My gaze going to the mirror, zeroing in on the spot where our bodies are connected.