You tense as I run the brush along your stomach, down over yours mons. I linger over it in particular. Your breathing deepens once more and you turn your head to look hard at me, yours eyes glimmering with an icy demanding glare of desire. I run my index finger along your back as I rub the brush across your stomach, your thighs. I can see you want something more, your body is tense, tight, muscles hardening with arousal. I love the control you offer me over your body, its the spice that adds to the sheer pleasure of seeing you naked. I trace both hands along the inside of your thighs now my right hand reaching down the curve of your arse while I stroke your inner thighs with the brush. You are wet there now and not only from the shower. You are squirming under the touch of my hands, softly moaning, twisting under my touch. Your skin glistens, all your scents are merging once more into that one melange of you that lives in my fantasies.
I stare at you in the mirror where I drink in the sight of your alter ego, wet, hungry for pleasure and punishment. The more I view your image, the more aroused I become. I pass the brush to my right hand and take a firm hold of your body sliding my fingers between the cleft of your pussy. I lay the flat of the brush on your bottom. You invite my touch, working your groin over my fingertips, forcing them inside you. You writhe on my fingers, pushing against the flat of the brush as you urge me to use you, to take you. I oblige. I raise the brush up as I turn you to face the mirror fully. My left hand is working steadily pushing my index finger in and out of your slick vagina. You watch yourself as I strike the first blow with the brush, reddening your right arse cheek. You glare at me but don't say a word. I begin a methodical pattern, striking one cheek with the brush then, the other. I can feel your pussy tighten round my finger, the wet sloppy sound of your cunt dripping over my left hand as you watch yourself be punished and pleasured simultaneously.
You want them both, knowing you are giving me what I want as well as satisfying your own wanton desires. Your excitement builds, you grunt in pain as the brush strokes hurt you, yet gasp in pleasure as my finger seeks your g-spot, that nub which makes you moan loudly. You are bent over slightly now, watching yourself in the mirror, a moaning grunting mess, each stoke of the brush driving your pussy harder onto my finger. You break the rules and speak two words. "Fuck me!". I don't care at this point, I push you up against the mirror, bending you over fully. The brush drops to the floor and I tear at my zipper, standing behind you. You are soaking between your legs, no need for lube your desire has prepared you more than any woman I've ever known. My cock slides free, I push up against your slit and sink inside your tight wet folds.
I groan from the relief of finally being inside you, pulling your hips onto me. The wet feel of you making me harder. You look into the mirror, ignoring the heat emanating from your spanked arse, feeling my rigid erection thrust into you. I start to slam in and out of you, fucking your wet pussy as I've wanted to do for weeks now. The sight of your hair cascading down your back makes me harder. I drive deeper inside you, the head of my cock teased and enfolded inside you. I pump into you harder, faster, grunting my pleasure when the climax takes me. Your hands are either side of the mirror, your face thrust up against it as my sperm spurts inside you. I fuck you until I'm done, then withdraw my soaking cock.
I grab you and spin you round, pushing you to your knees. You wrap your mouth round my softening cock, sucking the blend of sperm and your juices from it, cleaning it with your tongue. My cum dribbles from between your legs. You speak two words, "Thank you". Reaching down I take your hands in mine and lift you to your feet, then into my arms as I kiss you passionately and invite towards the bed and the rest of our brief night together.
