Bedroom Games by Fewella
It started with a couple of well placed mirrors in the bedroom. Quite unintentional, on my part, but once we realised the view we had, well, let's just say it opened our eyes to a whole world of possibilities.
We had just moved into our new apartment. The top floor of a ten storey building, making it one of the tallest in our small city, and my husband had been working hard all weekend moving furniture and hanging pictures and mirrors. Having loved the original layout of the bedroom of the previous owners, my husband painstakingly recreated it for me. This included a full length mirror on the wall opposite my dressing table.
I was sitting on the stool at my dressing table drying my hair while my husband showered. It had been a busy weekend and we were both looking forward to going to work tomorrow for the rest. We didn't want to be unpacking boxes after work, so we had worked pretty much through from Friday afternoon to now, Sunday evening, and an early night was just what we needed.
I heard the shower go off as I brushed my long curly hair. Putting my brush down I picked up my little pot of moisturising cream and started applying it to my face and neck. I smiled as my husband appeared in the mirror. Standing behind me he placed his hands on my shoulders and squeezed gently. He pushed my hair away from the back of my neck, before leaning down and brushing his lips over the sensitive skin.
I heard him inhale before he murmured in my ear "You smell so good, honey." I tilted my neck to the side as he continued to pepper kisses along the side of my neck. He slowly worked his way down to my shoulder. Kissing, licking and nipping with his teeth.
My eyes closed and my lips parted slightly and I noticed an increase in my breathing as his fingers slid the silky straps of my negligee from my shoulders. I felt the material drop a little before it caught on my hardened nipples as I arched my back.
His lips momentarily left my shoulder as he moved my hair across to the other side. Again my head tilted, not wanting to obstruct his mouth as he began gently sucking on that little vein that had begun pulsating.
His large, slightly calloused hands, were massaging my shoulders as I enjoyed the feel of his mouth on me. His hands slipped from my shoulders. He pulled on the material of my negligee and I felt it slip free from my breasts. A little cry escaped from me as he cupped a breast in each hand.
His thumbs swept over my nipples as I pushed my chest into his hands. He licked the shell of my ear. " You have the most perfect tits I have ever seen," he growled in my ear, "Look how hard your nipples are."
My head lolled back on to his shoulder as he continued licking my ear and holding my breasts. I yelped when he pinched both of my nipples hard. My eyes flew open and I met his stare in the mirror in front of us. "I said to look!"
My eyes dropped to his hands as they squeezed my breasts. "Look at these tits, look how soft they are when I squeeze them, see how they bounce when I let go."
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the mirror as I watched him play with my breasts. He stood tall behind me and with one hand he loosened the towel that was wrapped around his waist, letting it drop to the floor. He took a small step forward and pulled me back against him, pushing his hard cock against my back.
I arched into him as he returned his hand to my lonely breast. I moaned as he pulled on my aching nipples whilst pressing himself against me. We had barely had time for a quick kiss and cuddle over the weekend and now his touch was driving me crazy.
He pulled my hair over my shoulders so that it now lay over my chest. I could feel the silky strands tickling me as my chest heaved with my laboured breathing. My nipples peeped out between the curls of my hair. "Your nipples are so greedy for my touch." He expertly pinched and pulled on my nipples making them grow larger than ever as they pulsed between his fingers.
With a final thrust of his hips against my back, he gripped my arms and pulled me upright. As I stood my negligee fell from around my hips and landed in a dark blue puddle around my feet. I was now completely naked and standing in front of my dressing table mirror.
My husband gripped my arms and placed my hands on his hips, causing my back to arch. "Don't move them unless I tell you to, understand?" I nodded my head eagerly, desperate for him to continue touching me.
My hands clenched into fists as he kicked his foot gently between my feet, indicating that I should widen my stance. When he was happy with how I was standing he once again began plucking and pinching my nipples.
I could see my face and chest were flushed as his hands began to move down my body. Down my sides where he gripped my hips and ground his hard cock against my ass. I could feel his tight balls pass along my skin as his cock nestled in between my ass cheeks.
His hands slid around to my stomach which quivered under his touch. My hands twitched to move but he shook his head, reminding me that I had to stay still. His hands went lower, over my shaven pussy and in between my thighs.
With one hand he parted the lips of my very wet pussy, baring me to the mirror. With the other hand he used two fingers to dip inside me and collect my juices. His fingers then rubbed the moisture all around my clit, causing me to cry out with lust. Suddenly he thrust his fingers back inside me and pumped them in and out until my knees started to tremble and I started to grind on his hand.
"Not yet," he said as he removed his two long, thick digits from deep inside me. He brought his gleaming fingers up to my mouth and pushed them between my already parted lips. "Hmm" I moaned as I sucked his fingers, relishing in the taste of my arousal and what he could do to me.
"My turn to taste you!"
"Shall we move over to the bed?" I asked, eager to feel his mouth between my legs.
"No! Just let me get you where I want you."
He moved the stool I had been sitting on earlier in front of me, placing me directly behind it. He widened my legs so that I was standing almost astride the stool and with a gentle but firm hand on my back he pushed me forward.
"Brace your hands on the dressing table. And don't let go."
