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Calli dutifully waddles backward on her knees until I hold up a staying hand.
Then I retrieve a box of condoms from the plastic shopping sack I'd brought. I rip open the box and pull out a single foil packet. Her nipples are stiff, the surrounding skin pebbled, and I want to palm those tits while I claim her body. That's part of my plan, but I have more in mind for her. With my gaze nailed to her body, I stalk around the foot of the bed and climb onto the mattress on my knees, jostling the bed as I come up behind Calli.
She draws in a shaky breath, like she cannae wait for me to take her.
I slip my hands around her waist, skimming them up her flat belly, pausing when my fingers graze the undersides of her breasts. "Turn your head."
She turns her head to the right, toward the wall.
"No," I say, with laughter in my voice. Laying a hand on her cheek, I gently encourage her to look the other way. "See us."
When she turns her gaze toward the mirror attached to the dresser, I glance that way too. The mirror provides a full view of us on our knees together, our naked bodies separated by a matter of inches, my erection almost brushing her backside. She draws in another ragged breath and catches her lip between her teeth, releasing it slowly.
I push the hair away from the left side of her neck, feathering my lips over the skin at the hollow of her throat. "I want you to watch while I take you. Watch yourself come."
She starts to breathe harder, which makes her breasts rise and fall, and her lips part as she traces her tongue over the bottoms of her upper teeth. Then she tips her head back a little, silently begging me to touch her more, touch her everywhere. When my cock nudges her backside, she tips her head back against my chest.
"Will you watch?" I ask.
"Yes."
With her head still on my chest, she rolls it to the side far enough that she can glimpse the mirror.
I see her reflection, but I see myself too—and just like I want her to watch herself in the mirror, I cannae resist following my own reflected movements while I roll the condom on. When I catch her looking at me, at my cock, I give my length a slow, sensuous stroke.
She's breathing even harder now. Calli is so bloody beautiful when she's aroused.
I grasp her waist with both hands, rock my hips back, and plow into her with one fluid thrust. Her heat surrounds my cock, and her flesh wraps around me, the sensation so exhilarating that I realize I'm holding my breath. The air bursts out of my lungs while I consume her body, penetrating so deeply that she gasps. We both gaze at the mirror, transfixed by the sight of us—my intense and determined expression, the need and pleasure on her face, those bonnie breasts quivering every time I rock my hips into her. I find a strong, measured rhythm and sink myslatdeeper inside her lush body, but I nearlycaithwhen she shudders and exhales a breathless wee cry like she loves what I'm making her feel. I splay a hand over her belly, cradling her to me while my other hand coasts higher to cup and squeeze her breast. She arches against me, her mouth falling open on quick, shallow breaths.
Despite the intensity of our passion, the only sounds in this room are the murmurs of our breaths, the faint creaking of the bed, and the brushing of skin against skin. Calli focuses on the mirror again, observing with rapt attention while I pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, stunning a gasp from her.
Our gazes connect in the mirror.
There in her eyes, I glimpse my raw lust reflected in those shimmering emerald irises. More than passion, though, I feel an aching tenderness in my chest, a deep yearning for more than a physical bond. Aye, I love shagging her. But I want so much more with her. And in her eyes, reflected in the mirror, I swear I see the same longing, the same tender and almost painful need for connection.
I tear my gaze away from the mirror to dip my head to her neck, nuzzling her slender throat and grazing my teeth over her skin as I thrust my cock harder and deeper.
She flings her arms over her head, locking both hands at my nape, but she seems unable to wrench her focus away from the mirror. I cannae stop watching it either. The need to come inside her body mounts higher, the pressure building in my cock, spurred by the image of our writhing bodies and of my length sliding out a few inches only to slam back into her. It takes all my willpower to keep my thrusts measured, but finally, I cannae hold back any longer, and my thrusts escalate into a pounding that makes her tits bounce.
In the mirror, her gaze travels to my face. I turn my head toward hers, which means I cannae see our reflections anymore, but I caught a glimpse right before I looked away. So, I know my expression is full of a longing I cannae hide, a need that makes my chest ache even as I feel her body tense in anticipation of release. Her body grips me in pulsating waves, and she unleashes a wild cry that echoes off the walls. Even as I feel her orgasm fading, she clings to me while I punch into her frantically and, at last, spill myself inside her hot, slick flesh. I throw my head back, plowing into her one last time.
I pull out reluctantly, panting, and hold her to me with my hands linked over her belly. This time felt different. Not only because of the mirror, but because it felt more intimate than ever before.
"You did it," she says. "You made me come harder than the first time."
"Mirror helped, eh?" I murmur against her throat as I trail light kisses down her skin.
She glances down at my hands on her belly and blinks like she's fighting off tears. I can see her eyes shimmering with moisture. Why is she about to cry? Calli must be worrying again. About us. About me. What else can I do to prove I will never leave her or use her?
I sweep a fall of hair away from her face, my fingers grazing her cheek. "What is it? You look about to cry."
"Tears of sexual pleasure," she says in a breezy tone that doesn't fool me. "You give me such incredible orgasms, I can't help but weep from the sheer bliss of it."
"Bollocks." I turn her face toward mine. "What is it?"
"I got a little overwhelmed by the intensity of this. I like being with you. A lot. I'm—I'm glad you're not leaving yet. That's all."
"You like being with me?" I caress her cheek with my fingers. "Sounds personal and…intimate."
