The Mirror 32

I feel unfocused, the television plays in the background, but I am not paying any attention to it.

My eyes are focused on the mirror in front of us.

You are sitting between my legs, your head resting on me, absorbed in the visuals you watch.

I can see the joy on your face, the laughter you try to contain. The light showcasing your every freckle.

You are so effortlessly beautiful to me.

You stretch, the duvet falls from you, exposing you naked skin to me.

You make no attempt to cover yourself again, the warmth of my arms around you enough.

Your glasses, slipped slightly down with yours motions. You replace them on the bridge of your nose.

A smile forms on my lips.

Reflexly I pull you in closer to me, I don't ever want to not be in this moment.

You look away, our eyes meeting in the mirror. You head bows slightly, a shyness has taken over you.

I lean down, kissing the top of your head, the smell of your Deep Red perfume feels my nostrils.

My arms loosen from around you, fingers trailing up you sides.

Your eyes never leaving mine.

Slowly I start to toy with your nipples.

I see your focus change, looking down to watch my fingers.

I feel you shifting, your legs kicking the duvet away, forgotten at the end of the bed.

My fingers continue their movements, your nipples hard under my touch.

Staring at me once again, your legs fall open.

I swallow, my mouth dry.

Your hands resting on your knees.

Slowly they begin to move, nails leaving red lines in their path up your inner thighs.

Your fingertips disappear between your folds, your wrist moving in a circular motion.

I lean down, kissing the side of your neck, my senses alive to your heady fragrance.

Our eyes never leaving each other.

Your fingers move lower from their resting place on your stomach, positioned at your entrance.

My mouth on your earlobe, sucking, stroking with my tongue.

Two fingers, pushing into you, your eyes close for the briefest of seconds.

In and out, slowly.

Fingers applying pressure to your clit.

You moan.

I moan.

Our eyes move down, watching you, seeing your fingers probing.

I adore watching you, pleasuring yourself, filling yourself.

Your back arches, pressing you into me.

I whisper in your ear all the things you make me feel.

I want to kiss you, it's messy, it's difficult but so erotic.

Pulling away, a sigh escapes your lips.

Your fingers leave your opening, turning within my open legs you reach for something in the bedside table drawer.

Our black strapless strap-on held in your closed palm.

You reach for my hips, pulling me down so I lay beneath you.

Parting my legs slightly, you nestle between them.

Coating the strap-on in my arousal you move it lower, without preamble you push it into me.

Your mouth lowers, taking the whole shaft down to the hilt.

I watch you in the mirror as your head moves between my legs.

Fingers, tangle in your long dark hair.

My hips pushing up off the bed as I hold your head in place.

Your throat open to me.

Saliva coating.

You stop your motions. You are ready.

Moving to sit astride me. Your hands on my shoulders.

Raising yourself up, your hand reaching between us, holding the strap-on in place.

Sitting, facing me, our eyes locked on each other. Lowering yourself, slowly, stretching to accommodate the shaft within.

You begin to circle your hips upon me.

The ribs rubbing at my inner walls with your movements.

You begin sliding up and down on it.

Pushing it into me every time our bodies connect.

My hands move to find your nipples once more.

You continue to ride me, in and out.

Nails digging into my shoulders.

Dragging them down my stomach, one hand reaches between us, the other remaining to steady you.

With a press of a button, the strap-on comes to life.

Vibrations moving within us.

Our bodies moving as one.

Sitting up, my hands finding the sides of your face.

We kiss, eyes closing, tongues dancing together.

Running my fingers once again through your hair, slowly moving them down your back.

Holding you to me, out hardened nipples rubbing against each other as you move up and down.

My hands continue lower, cupping your cheeks.

Looking over your shoulder, watching as it disappears within you, again and again.

Your arms close around my neck.

Digging my fingers in, your back arches once again, the angle forcing the vibrations deeper.

Your movements becoming less controlled.

Your hands on the bed behind you, supporting you.

Your hips begin to circle again.

Hitting my inner walls.

Hitting your inner walls.

Again you move, our bodies connecting once again.

Taking my hand you guide them lower.

You push my fingers between your lips, finding your clit.

I need no prompting. I begin to circle in time with your hips.

Your fingers, upon me, rubbing, pinching my clit.

You want more, you always want more.

We kiss, it's hurried, wanting.

Tongues probing.

Fingers circling.

Strap-on going deeper.

You move on top of me.

Taking all that you want from me.

We break our kiss.

Watching us in the mirror.

Your fingers upon my cheek, turning my head, to focus on you.

Our eyes lock, darkened with passion.

With one final pressure on our clits.

One final thrust into us.

Our fingers interlock, anchoring each other.

Our joined bodies begin to tremble.

Orgasms moving through us.

Wave after wave.

Screams of ecstasy fill the room.

Never looking away.

Lying back on the bed, I take you again in my arms, holding you to me.

You nestled into my side.

Again I lean down, my lips brush against your forehead, the lightest of touches.

Sated, together, loved.