Page 126 of The Plus One Pact

Then the tie.

I fumble over the buttons of his shirt.

Struggle with his belt.

Button.

Zipper.

So close to where I want to be. And I need that. I do.

I press my lips to his chest then I lower myself to his knees.

His eyes go to the mirror. He watches as I wrap my lips around him. As I take him into my mouth.

I've never felt like a sex goddess. Not really. But with the way his eyes are glued to the mirror, I do.

Fuck.

It's been a long time since I've really enjoyed this. Since I've been in charge of someone's pleasure. Since I've really wanted to finish this way.

I want him everywhere.

But I want him here too.

I take him into my mouth again.

His hand goes to the back of my head. He doesn't push. He leaves it there, guiding me gently, letting me lead.

I tease him with a few flicks of my tongue. Hard and fast. Soft and slow. Clockwise. Counterclockwise.

I find the one that makes him groan, and I do it again.

His hand nudges at the back of my head.

I take him deeper.

I press my tongue against his base and do it again and again.

His eyelids flutter closed. His free hand goes to my breast. He toys with me as I toy with him. It's a perfect rhythm of pleasure.

Then when he's almost there, he opens his eyes. He looks to the mirror, watching the action as I take him again.

I follow his gaze.

There is something about the reflection. I'm naked, on my knees, but I'm the one with all the power. I'm the one in charge of his bliss. I'm the one bringing him to the edge.

Suddenly, I understand why people send sexts, take dirty videos, immortalize their acts.

I want to watch this again and again. To see the two of us dance together forever.

I take in our reflection for one more moment, then I look up at him, and I take him again.

Then he's there, pulsing in my mouth as he comes.

I wait until he spills every drop, then I swallow hard, and sit back on my heels. Ready and patient and proud and finished all at once.

He offers his hand.