“Yes,” I moan, my fingers digging into the couch cushion as I arch my spine and press back into him. My clit throbs between my thighs.
He slams into me again, his eyes watching me hungrily in the mirror. “Do you like watching me fuck you?”
I whimper out a strangled uhh-huhh before he picks up speed and begins pistoning into me at a rapid speed, grinding my clit against the sofa in a way that makes it damn near impossible to hold my head up. Holy shit, how can I watch him when everything in my body feels like it’s going to explode?
“Eyes on me always, sweet cheeks,” he instructs, bending over and sliding his hand up my chest to pull me upright. He gently grips my neck to force me to look at our reflection in the mirror.
“Oh, my God, Max,” I exclaim, overcome by the image of his large hand on my neck, holding me in place as he arches his cock up into me.
Fireworks fill my vision as my orgasm hits me out of nowhere.
Jesus, I think I just came off our reflection alone.
“Fuck,” Max barks, clearly caught off guard by my climax as well. He lowers me back over the arm of the couch and jackhammers inside me a few more times before calling out my name and finding his own release.
When he’s done, I allow my head to fall onto the cushion, and he falls over the top of me, both of our bodies slick with sweat as we struggle to catch our breaths.
“That was faster than I planned…again,” Max says with a huff.
I smile into the cushion and peel a strand of my hair out of my mouth. “The beauty of this arrangement is that there’s always next time.”
Max laughs and presses his lips onto my shoulder blade, sucking a spot softly before extracting himself from my body. He walks bare-assed down the hall to the bathroom and sets about his business as I heave myself off the couch and shakily slip into my robe.
When he comes back out, he’s got a seriously sexy smile on his face as he slips back into his black boxer briefs and stands before me like a Calvin Klein model.
I drop down onto the sofa and watch him curiously as he pulls his jeans up over his hips and leaves them unbuttoned.
“Hey, if we’re going to be doing this on a semi-regular basis, then I have to ask…what’s with your eye contact thing?” My eyes narrow to see what his body language does.
He sighs heavily and pauses his pursuit of putting on his T-shirt. “Uh…no, I’m not going there.”
“Why not?” I ask, feeling offended.
“Because it’s personal.”
“What do you think what we just did was?” I snap, not willing to let this one go. If he can be a nosy asshole, so can I. He checks his phone for a moment, and I fear he’s going to leave without telling me, so I offer, “If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?”
His eyes lift to mine, looking mildly intrigued. He clicks his tongue with a teasing smirk. “Depends how good yours is.”
I lick my lips and feel my cheeks heat.
“Shit, it is good,” he says with a dirty smirk and comes over to join me on the couch in all his shirtless, unbuckled jeans glory.
Honestly, the way his abdomen looks when he sits down is insane. His abs just sort of stack on top of each other and look good enough to eat. Though truthfully, Max would look just as hot with a dad bod.
“Come on, I’m waiting…” he pries, his eyes looking younger by the second.
I roll my eyes. “Fine, you want to know my kink?” I hesitate, chewing on my lip nervously as his eyes burn into me. “I’m intrigued by the idea of a little…light choking.”
Max’s eyes bulge. “Choking?”
“Not like…breath play, where you make me pass out and bring me back to life. Just like…” I grab his hand and hold it to my neck. His fingers curl around my flesh gently as he embraces me. “Just like…a claiming.”
He bites his lip and eyes me sensually. “What do you like about it?”
I shiver at his wicked tone. “Just the idea of a man’s masculine hand wrapped around the most tender part of a woman’s body. A neckline is very elegant, don’t you think?”
He releases my neck and nuzzles into me, sniffing deeply before pulling back and replying reverently, “Fuck yes.”
I smile, pleased at his reaction to my freaky side. “So the thought of you gripping it fiercely and trusting you’ll protect me…” I wet my lips and shudder. “It’s hot.”
His eyes heat with desire as he watches me for a moment, so I nudge him in the abs. “Now, come on, tell me yours, Mr. Eye Contact.”