I followed his gaze to the view in the mirror. We were in profile. I was pink all over. Flushed and well-fucked. My hair was sticking to my face.
I looked half-mad.
But all Sam said was, “So beautiful.”
I bit my lip. He knelt behind me, his cock hard. I felt it resting on my ass. But he wasn’t looking in the mirror anymore. He was looking down on my lower half as he gripped his cock with one hand, and my hip and the dildo with the other.
I groaned, my teeth grinding at the sensation of him sliding into me, filling me up.
“Good girl,” he breathed. “That’s one.”
My stomach flipped. Because I knew what he was going to do. Or at least tease me with.
And I wanted it so badly. I couldn’t believe I’d gone fromnever thinking of my backside as sexy to thrilling at the sensation of Sam giving it the tiniest bit of attention.
In the mirror, Sam was looking at my body with such reverence I couldn’t help feel like the goddess he’d said I was.
“What are you going to do with that?” I said, my eyes on the dildo.
I moaned as he thrust his cock slowly into me again. Fuck, he felt good. I still didn’t know whether I liked it fast or slow. I didn’t have to decide. They were both incredible.
“I’m going to see what you like,” was his response.
A buzzing hum filled the air, eliciting a Pavlovian response in me. The last time he’d used it he was fucking me with it as he ate me out. My pussy clenched on him in memory and he let out a strangled kind of sound.
“Ellie,” he warned.
He rested the vibrator against my asshole. Just held it there at the same time as he plunged inside of me again.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, as electricity jolted through me. It was like the vibrator had awakened a whole new electrical circuit in me.
“Are you okay?” Sam was still seated inside of me, but held the toy away.
“Yes,” I said. “More than okay.” I bent lower, onto my elbows, wiggling my ass up at him. “Do it again.”
He made a sound I couldn’t decipher, but a moment later, he was there again, teasing my other hole as he fucked me slowly from behind.
I whimpered at the sensation, feeling like my whole lower half was aching with need. “Again.”
“We don’t have to do any more than what I’m doing right now.”
I looked over my shoulder at him. “But I want to try.” I wanted it.
Bad. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like.
Sam teased me again with the tip of the dildo as he rocked against me. I felt him spread some of my slickness back there onto my asshole, and when he returned the tip of the dildo there, it was slippery enough that when I wriggled myself back against him, the tip of it slid the tiniest bit inside.
“Oh fuck,” I cried.
“Is that good, sweetheart?” Sam asked, his voice low.
I looked over at him in the mirror. He was running the thing in circles over my ass now, rocking his hips in the same way.
Then the absolute kicker—he brought his other hand around and found my clit. All three were going in circles now. I don’t know how he kept track, but I stopped caring. “Put it in,” I begged. “Just a little more.”
I was clenching on him now, desperate. Greedy. I wanted him to own me, to claim this part of me that would be only for us.
In the mirror, I watched, fascinated, as Sam released a fat drop of spit. I felt it as it splattered directly onto my asshole. Here was another thing I swear I wouldn’t have known I liked, but it turned me on so much I was bucking against him, begging him to put the thing in my ass.
