“Fuck it,” she said after all of two seconds, and then she was kissing me with more urgency, gripping at my clothes like she wanted to tear them off.
“Still want me to use the blindfold?” I asked, gripping her ass firmly. “Or would you rather take advantage of all these mirrors?”
“Mirrors.Definitelymirrors.”
I smirked against her lips, sliding my tongue inside her mouth and groaning when the contact sent a spark of electricity straight to my cock. “That was fucking beautiful, by the way,”I rasped. “Seeing you dance like that. Watching you in your element, doing what you love.”
“You’ve seen me dance before.”
“Not like that I haven’t.” I kissed her again, savoring the way her breath was picking up speed. “I loved seeing you like that. And now, I want to see you spread out for me, taking me with all these mirrors around us so I can watch every angle.”
She moaned before wiggling out of my grasp, and then she snapped her fingers and pointed at my chest. “Strip.”
I chuckled, taking my time kicking off my shoes as she hastily ripped her shirt overhead. “We don’t have to rush.”
“I need you,” she managed through a breath as she struggled with her sports bra. I saw her wince a bit with the use of her recovering wrist, but it didn’t last long before she was moving to her joggers, pulling them down in one easy swoop to her ankles.
I met her urgency, making quick work of my sweatshirt, pants, and briefs. I hadn’t had the chance to take off my socks before she was in my arms again, climbing me like a tree and rolling her hips against me like she was desperate for any bit of friction she could find.
I carried her to the nearest mirror, her back hitting the cool surface as a smile broke against my lips. She tightened the cross of her ankles at my waist, digging into me in a silent plea for me to press against her.
I was already hard as stone, my cock pressing against her stomach as she rocked and rolled against me. And as much as I wanted to reach down, fist my cock, and slam right into her, there was no way I wasn’t taking advantage of this new space we had to play in — not when I knew we still had so much to check off that list of hers.
She whimpered when I spanked her ass playfully and set her down on the ground, but when I spun her around to face us in the mirror, her pupils blew wide, mouth parting at the sight.
I stood behind her, chest heaving, arms bracketing her in as I trailed my fingertips from her shoulders down to her fingers and then to rest gently on her hips. Chills raced from every point I touched her, pebbling her dark brown nipples into peaks I couldn’t wait to taste.
“Look at you,” I murmured against the shell of her ear, hands roaming now, framing her breasts with a firm grip and shake. “These perfect tits,” I rasped, and then slid one hand down between her thighs and gripped her roughly. “This needy cunt.”
She moaned, flexing her hips into my hand. When I tried to move it away, her hands clamped down hard on my forearm, holding me in place while she used my palm to rub her clit.
“So filthy,” I teased, licking along her neck. “You like watching yourself like this? Like seeing what it looks like when you fuck my hand like that?”
I slid a finger inside her with ease, her pussy so wet and wanting I pushed all the way in. She shivered, head falling back and eyes rolling shut as she ground herself harder against my palm.
“Eyes open, baby,” I urged her, nipping at her earlobe. “Watch.”
She dragged her head up slowly, as if she were drugged, her eyelids heavy as her gaze fixed on where I touched her — one hand between her legs and the other fondling her breast.
“I want to taste you,” I whispered in her ear. “And I want you choking on my cock while I do.”
“I don’t choke,” she shot back, and a laugh rumbled out of me, my cock aching for that magnificent mouth of hers as I pressed it against her back.
“That’s my girl. You want top or bottom, baby?”
“Top.”
That was all it took for me to drop us to the floor, her swept into my arms and placed gently down before I lowered next toher. I laid on my back, coaxed her onto me, and pulled her thighs down to straddle my face.
I made sure she had the best view — her riding my mouth, legs splayed, breasts pebbled and pulled taut.
And my cock, rigid and hard against my belly, waiting for her.
“Fuck,” she whispered when I dragged my tongue against her, moaning at the taste. “I wish you could see this. You’re so fucking hot, all these muscles.” She dragged her nails down my abdomen before fisting my hard-on firmly. “This beautiful cock.”
I hummed against her pussy, flexing into her hand. When I heard her spit and felt her saliva coating my cock, I groaned, rewarding her with a quick flick of my tongue against her clit.
“That’s it, baby,” I coaxed. “Spit on my cock. Make it nice and wet.”
