Chapter 9 #3
I huffed and stared at him through the mirror. Smiling, I waggled my eyebrows. “Make it better with your dick in my ass.”
He chuckled, eyes lighting up as he shook his head. “So impatient.”
I swatted at him, but he grabbed my leg as he dodged, and we both nearly toppled onto the mirror. It was my quick thinking—slapping a hand on either side—that stopped me from getting a face full of glass.
“Shit,” he mumbled.
“Eddie, I have a mirror under me. Can we not mess around?” I shot him a grin and wriggled my ass. “And get to the action.”
He hummed. “I’m trying to show you how beautiful you are.” The teasing lilt of his voice made me shake my head.
“I’m so hot. Sexy as fuck. Now stick your dick inside me?” I shot him a wicked grin over my shoulder.
His hand came down on my asscheek, and I gasped, pleasure slicing through me and landing straight in my balls. Heat spiraled into my stomach. My dick jerked, precum beading at my slit.
“Oh fuck.” I stared down at myself in the mirror, taking in the way my length bobbed and how a drop of precum landed on the reflection. My cheek was flushed, and the red bled down to my neck and chest. I was wrecked and he hadn’t even fucked me yet.
The snick of the lube bottle sent a shiver down my spine, and then the head of his dick was back at my hole, slicker than before.
I spread my legs farther. From this angle I was able to see his dick as he lined himself up and pressed inside.
The tip stretched my hole, and the sting was a pleasant sensation that shot through me.
He pushed slowly. The reflection laid bare the concentration on his face as he gripped my hips.
He was taking it carefully, as if he didn’t want to hurt me.
Or maybe didn’t want to come too soon? But I was on the edge and didn’t care if he busted his nut the moment he hit balls deep.
I needed him inside me and thrusting, filling me completely.
I rocked my hips back to meet him, and he cursed as he went all the way in, the head of his dick slamming into my prostate. I whimpered as a zip of pleasure tore through me. A full-body tremble followed. I nearly lost my balance, but Eddie curled his arm around my waist to keep me upright.
“You feel so good. Fuck, just give me a second.” He pressed his forehead between my shoulder blades, breathing heavily as he stayed still, and I smiled because I was the reason he was that way. It was my hole that had him so close to orgasming.
“Am I tight?” I teased, staring at my flushed face in the mirror.
“An iron grip,” he moaned.
“Don’t hold back.” I caressed his hand that laid on my abs. “Fuck me. Come. I don’t care. Please move. I need you to move. Show me how beautiful you think I am.”
He cursed louder and laid a kiss on my upper back before he pulled away and cradled my hips in his firm hands again. He used his hold as leverage while he pulled out gently before slamming back in with enough force to send my face flying toward the mirror again. I saved myself at the last second.
Desperation was part of every move Eddie made.
He hammered into me, his dick banging my prostate like a drum.
The sight of his movements in the reflection only made the entire thing sexier.
I couldn’t tear my attention away from the expressions we were making, pure bliss taking over our faces.
I didn’t know what was hotter—his parted mouth, the flush on his cheeks, or the way he scrunched his eyes shut every so often like he couldn’t believe how good it felt. I did that to him.
I spat in my palm and wrapped my fingers around my dick, stroking in time with his thrusts. Every molecule inside me was focused on the raging lust. I was so close it hurt. My balls ached, pressing closer and closer to me until I thought they were going to literally explode.
“Your dick is amazing,” I groaned over my shoulder at him. “So fucking good. I want you to come for me.”
He shuddered and moaned, laying his forehead against my back again. “Gonna come.”
“Do it for me, sweetheart.”
He shuddered and whined, and I knew he was finishing in the condom. I wasn’t far behind him. A few strokes later and cum splattered across the mirror, my blissed-out expression something I hadn’t seen before.
Everything was perfect.
And he was right—we were beautiful together.
He wanted me to have some revelation about my scars, and maybe I did.
They were part of me, and he wanted me anyway.
Wanted me so bad he could barely hold himself together.
In this moment, I was closer to learning to live with the scars than I’d been an hour ago. And for me? That was something.
New.
Different.
I had a long way to go, but it was a start.
“So fucking perfect.” He kissed my sweaty back. “You’re amazing.” He reached over my shoulder to grab my chin and turn my head so he could kiss me hard on the mouth. “Tell me.”
I trembled through the aftereffects of my release and smiled. “I’m beautiful.”
“Yeah, you are.” He glanced at our reflections before kissing my shoulder. “And we’re flawless together.”
I hummed in agreement. My knees shook. He was still inside me and the oversensitivity grew. “As hot as this is, can we move? I’m going to end up with glass in my face if we don’t.”
He laughed as he pulled out of me.
I hissed.
“Come here.”
“Always.” I let him help me stand because that’s what he was good at, apparently—lifting me up when others were busy cutting me down.