She trembles.
Our reflection stares back at us.
Her hair wild. Her lips red. Her sweater pushed up just enough to show the lower curve of her breasts and the lace I disturbed with my mouth.
I slide my hand between her thighs again.
She watches in the mirror as my fingers disappear under the white lace.
Her mouth opens. No sound comes out this time.
Good girl.
I stroke her until her knees shake. Until she has to grab the sink. Until her hips begin to move against my hand, chasing the pressure, shameless now, desperate now.
“There,” she breathes. “Roman, please.”
“Please what?”
Her eyes find mine in the mirror. “Fuck me.”
The words nearly finish me.
I pull my hand away and shove her panties down just enough. She steps one foot free, then braces herself as I grip her hips and pull her back.
My cock slides against her slick heat.
She whimpers.
I close my eyes for half a second.No condom.The thought cuts through me, inconvenient.
I lean over her, mouth at her ear. “Katerina.”
She’s breathing hard, hands white-knuckled on the sink. “What?”
“I don’t have protection.”
She stills. For one second, I think sense will return. Then she turns her head just enough to look at me over her shoulder. Her voice is quiet. Clear. “I want you anyway.”
My control snaps, and I push into her.
Slow at first, because I have to be. Because she’s tight, hot, impossibly wet, and the first inch of her nearly unmans me. Her body stretches around me, resisting, yielding, taking me in little by little as her mouth falls open in a silent cry.
I grip her hip with one hand and clamp the other over her mouth before the sound can escape.
She bites my palm. I almost come right there.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her hair. “You feel too good.”
She makes a broken sound behind my hand.
I stop when I’m fully inside her.
Her body flutters around me, tight and slick and shaking. I can feel every breath she takes. Every small tremor. Every pulse of her cunt gripping my cock like she was made for this, for me, for the kind of mistake that ruins lives.
I don’t move yet. If I move, I may not stop.
Her eyes lift to the mirror. Mine meet them. For a moment, we just stare at each other.
