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Their eyes met in the mirror. Pinned under his gaze, Indy writhed, shaking under his touch, as he teased her nipples. His body was lancing hot against her back, her pleasure spiking with every scrape of his teeth along her ear.
“Take what you need, sweetheart. Use me.”
Indy’s skin was on fire, the flames licking higher at his words.
“That’s it.”
Fuck. Her obsession with his hands only increased as he touched her. She was surrounded, front, back, within. He was everywhere at once. Indy shifted, head tossed back until she could meet his mouth, a clash of wild, messy kisses.
“Look at you. Gorgeous. Taking all of me.” His words accompanied another slow slide, in and out. Every glorious inch of him.
It took every iota of her willpower to keep her focus trained on her own flushed face. She wanted to look at where they were connected, reach down and feel the way he stretched her. Ethan, sensing her wants, her needs, as he’d done from the beginning, slid his hand down her stomach, his broad palm looking larger than life between her open thighs, and ran his fingers from her clit to her pussy.
“Fuck.”
It was Ethan who said it, but the word echoed loud in Indy’s own thoughts. She bucked up as best she could, pushing into his palm, anything to get more friction to her swollen clit.
And then he was there, circling it with his fingers, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She wasn’t even looking at the mirror anymore, the view down her own body so hot she wouldn’t be getting off to the image of anything else for months.
His. Freaking. Hands.
“Yes, fuck yourself on me, that’s it.”
When his thumb slid over her clit, massaging, she arched her back and bucked against him, pleased when he groaned and his hips stuttered.
“Shit. You feel incredible. You’re all I can think about.”
And hell. It was almost embarrassing how much she ached for him, her pussy reflexively pulsing at his words. The image they conjured, the idea, the very notion, might be enough to get her off. Sex was not a solution, but right now, it was doing a damn good job of clearing her mind of everything else.
Ethanwas clearing her mind of everything else.
Always had.
Of course, he would rather direct the attention from himself, but in this case, she couldn’t argue.
Because look at them.
“You really need this, don’t you? You’re dripping all over me.”
As always, his hands were grounding. The anchor of his palms against her hips and breasts, the curl of his fingers, the swipe of his thumb, teasing pleasure out of every inch of her.
She wanted to take it all.
“What do you want? Tell me.”
“More. Please?”
“Yeah? You want me to take care of you?”
“Yes.”
“Eyes on the mirror. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come on my cock.”
Then he thrust up into her, holding her in his lap as he drove his hips to meet hers again and again.
The way he moved her— his hands firm but loving, punctuated with kisses along her shoulder, neck, jaw— she’d never felt so adored.
It was like no sex she’d ever had before.
