Chapter Twenty-Three #2
The fingers on his right hand trace the line of my belly, close to where I’m stroking him.
They sink further and I spread my feet apart, bending my left knee a little and raising my heel to allow him access, all the time keeping to my steady rhythm.
A low groan sounds at the back of my throat as his fingers dip between my wet lips and he begins a slow exploration, finding the spot that makes me shudder.
With my free hand I grip his shoulder for balance.
‘I liked it when you were inside me,’ I say.
He lets out a low groan. ‘Like this?’ he asks, as he shifts his position a fraction and two of his fingers slide up inside me.
I gasp, and let go of him, pleasure taking over, my head falling back. ‘Like that. Yes. Yes.’
I grip both his shoulders as he fucks me with his fingers, drawing me closer, so his arousal is pressing up into my abdomen.
‘I like the real you,’ he breathes, and he crooks his fingers, rubbing my G-spot. ‘Tell me what else you liked.’
‘I liked watching you come,’ I breathe, and at my words he removes his fingers from inside me, gathering me up in his arms and kissing me with the same intensity as on the porch, only this time, our kisses are messy, needy and heated.
And then he’s gone again, bending down and retrieving the discarded pile of denim from the floor to locate the branded square foil condom packet from his wallet.
He dumps the jeans, and using his teeth, carefully splits the packet down the middle, sliding out the O-shaped rubber and rolling it straight down his shaft.
Taking my wrists, he guides me down to my single bed and soon after I feel the weight of his body against me.
‘Oh,’ I hear him say in a low, breathy tone and I lift my head.
He’s looking to his left, at the full length of our bodies reflected in the long mirror of my dressing table in the celestial light. I see a duskiness in his expression at the realization that he’ll be able to watch us for the duration of our lovemaking.
‘I’ve never done that before,’ he whispers before I can say anything.
‘Watched yourself?’
‘Or watched somebody else.’
‘Then I have an idea,’ I whisper.
‘What is it?’
I lean up and kiss him, gently guiding him off me.
Then, shifting my butt, I turn my back to him, so that my ass is pressing against his groin and I’m full-frontal in the mirror.
Jake watches my reflection closely. Then, lifting my left leg, I hook my toes up behind his left knee, allowing his dick full access to my wet pussy.
Jake groans, his eyes never leaving mine in the mirror. Moving his body a fraction further down, he allows me to reach behind, grasping him, before feeding his shaft into my opening. I’m fully splayed out for him, and when he pushes, he fills me almost completely.
‘I can see everything,’ he mumbles, heat filling his gaze as it lands in the mirror at the place where right now, we’re so intimately joined. I feel a fresh rush of moisture at what feels like an erotically charged moment, and Jake bottoms out. He groans again. ‘I’m so deep.’
I watch in the reflection as he lifts his knee a fraction, pressing up inside me. I moan as he begins his rhythmic thrusts, our eyes meeting in the mirror.
‘Fuck, Serenity,’ he mutters as his hip movements swiftly turn erratic. ‘You feel so good.’
I can’t drag my eyes away. I feel so full of him, blissful sensations shooting up from my toes all the way up my spine.
He’s watching to gauge my reaction, but he’s taking so much from this too.
Reaching up, I take his hand, guiding his fingers to my clit, and showing him exactly where I need to be touched.
It only adds to the heat of the scene being played out by both our reflections.
‘Touch me here,’ I say.
And he does. Jake moves inside me, and when his fingertips brush against my clit I let out a high-pitched moan, not so loud that anyone outside of this room might be able to hear, but loud enough to let him know that he’s in the right place.
Circling my bundle of nerve-endings with the flat of his fingertip, my hips move with his, almost of their own accord.
‘Yes,’ I whimper. ‘That’s it. That’s it.’
The scene being played out in my mirror is almost primal.
Jake thrusting into me from behind, my body open for him, his fingertips massaging my clit as we move, bringing me closer and closer to my release.
Pressure builds low down, a deep ache, like a coil tightening inside me, the delicious friction caused by his fingertips cloaking me in insane amounts of pleasure.
As I peak, my body starts to tremble. My eyes drift shut, my head falling back as my orgasm sweeps me up in its powerful wake, pleasure pulsing through me, the walls of my pussy spasming around Jake’s erection as still he thrusts inside me, his fingers working their sexual magic.
I make no sound as I climax, merely open my mouth and let the waves crash over me, though when I open my eyes, I realize Jake’s lustful gaze hasn’t left mine.
His fingers drift from my clit back to my hip as his movements turn jerky.
He looks at me in the mirror as his orgasm hits a few moments later, keeping his eyes open for as long as he can before the sensations get too strong and the pressure of remaining silent means he must look away from our reflection and finish out his climax by growling into the curve of my neck.
Then his body goes limp and I feel him slip out of me.
We lie there for a moment, breathless, with a sheen of sweat covering our bodies, my butt still pressed into his groin where I’ve lowered my leg. His arm goes over me, caressing my breasts.
‘That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done,’ he whispers and the way he sounds so surprised makes me giggle. ‘If you and I ever buy a house together, we are getting a mirror exactly like that one.’