“Yes,” I said on a moan. He pulled back and looked up at me.
“There’s something I want to show you.” I immediately looked down at his magnificently erect man toy. “Not that.” He laughed. “Well, that too, but something else.”
He rose up on his knees again, leaned down and kissed me deeply, holding my head firmly in place. You know in old school romance where they say that the hero ‘plundered’ the heroine’s mouth? Well, there was some plundering. What drove me craziest, though, was this low groan he was making deep in his throat. He broke the kiss and scraped his stubble across my cheek and I trembled.
“Lie down on your back,” he said in a firm, but not domineering voice. I did what he asked without hesitation. He got up and pulled a chair up to the side of the bed, sitting down, and looking at me hungrily. The way his eyes dragged over my body gave me butterflies in my stomach. “Spread your legs and touch yourself the way you did the first time we were together.” Again, I didn’t hesitate. I’m not really very shy either, I must confess. My fingers quickly traveled south and I was actually surprised by how wet I was. As I stroked my clit, I circled my hips and used my other hand to squeeze my breast and pinch my nipple. When I looked up at him I saw that he was stroking himself too. Oh my God, that was hot. “Talk to me,” he said hoarsely.
“I’ve laid in my bed at night and thought about you while I’ve done this.” I felt a warm ache between my legs. “I’ve imagined your hands and your mouth on me.” His face was flushed and his eyes were dark as his hand traveled up and down his hard length. “Have you thought about me when you were in bed at night, Adam?”
“Yes,” he rasped.
“Did you touch yourself like that?”
“Yes,” he bit out again, and suddenly, he got up. “Come here,” he ordered. I stopped what I was doing and immediately got up. He led me over to the dresser, and grabbed my shoes off the floor. “Put your heels back on so you’ll be taller, and then lean over and put your hands on top.” I did what he told me to and looked up at myself in the mirror. I looked flushed too and my eyes were hazy with desire.
“Do you see how beautiful you are?” he asked, coming up behind me and gently stroking my back. I closed my eyes for a second, letting the thrill travel down my spine. “Open your eyes,” he ordered. “I want you to see what I see.”
I opened my eyes and looked at myself again. The reflection staring back at me looked completely wild. “I look like a wanton woman,” I said in a shaky voice.
“It gets better. I want you to know how you look when you take my c**k and how you look when you come. Then you’ll understand how much you own me.”
“Adam …” I was so aroused that I was literally tingling.
“Do you want to feel me inside you, Lily?” he asked in a silky voice, letting his fingers slide down my back, over my ass and all the way up to my slick, throbbing clit.
“Yes,” I said desperately, pushing back against his hand.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he ordered.
“Please, Adam. I’m aching for it. Please f**k me. Please!” I begged and he grabbed my hip with one hand and positioned himself at my entrance with the other.
“Look at your eyes when you take me,” he said thickly and slowly inch by inch slid inside me until he was buried up to the hilt. The look I saw in my eyes was indescribable. There were no words for pleasure that intense. “You have no idea how good you feel, Lily,” he ground out. “When I feel your walls stretch for me, the sensation is so intense, I almost can’t handle it. When I feel you come around me, it drives me insane, but it’s the look in your eyes that almost does me in.” He pulled back and as he pushed into me deeply again, the woman staring back at me from the mirror looked euphoric.
“It’s never been like this before, Adam.” My voice was so thick I was almost incoherent.
“Tell me. Nobody else.” He was starting to move faster and thrust harder.
“Only you, Adam.” I gasped and whimpered, feeling him hit up against the end of me and loving the little jab of pain that accompanied the intense pleasure. “Mmm, yes, so deep.”
“See if you can support yourself with one hand and touch yourself,” he growled, pausing to maintain control. I reached down and started rubbing my clit as he began moving his hips again rhythmically.
“Oh God, yes. Like that. Harder. Please!”
“Is that what you want, baby?” he asked hoarsely, really starting to nail me. “Does that feel good?” I felt his fingers digging into my skin and his c**k stretching and filling me completely. The feeling was so powerful I almost couldn’t process it. I knew that I didn’t want him to stop, though.
“Yes. More,” I begged and he pulled back and then slammed into me again as I moaned and pushed against him.
“Tell me how much you love it,” he bit out.
I watched him in the mirror too, and the look of ecstasy on his face every time he thrust into me was making me crazy. We were being rougher and wilder than we had been so far, but I realized that it was a response to all the tension and emotion of the night. He needed to feel some control and I was happy to give it to him.
“I love it so much,” I whimpered. “Please, don’t stop.” He reached around and added his fingers to mine, rubbing along the other side of my clit with one hand and still holding my hip with the other. He was really pounding me hard now. “Yes, like that!” I moaned.
“This is mine, Lily. Say it.”
“Yours, Adam.” I gasped at the molten feeling in my lower belly, the pressure building. It was so intense I was lightheaded and my legs almost buckled. He clutched my hip even more tightly.
“You’re going to come, Lily. Look. Do you see how beautiful you are?” he urged, thrusting into me hard and fast. The woman in the mirror’s head was back; she was breathing harshly through her mouth and her eyes were starting to look unfocused. She was flushed, covered in a sheen of sweat, and damp wavy hair stuck to her skin.
“So close,” I whimpered. “Please. Please don’t stop. Oh, God, I need to come.”
“Let go, Lily.” His slick fingers on my clit began moving faster and I felt myself start to climb, my muscles tensing, my cries increasing in volume.
“Oh God, I’m going to come. Don’t stop. Oh please, Adam, yes. Adam! Adam!” I screamed as my inner muscles grabbed onto him and began contracting in powerful waves of blindingly intense pleasure. I came so hard that I shook and my legs finally gave out, but he held me up, still thrusting into me.