Page 38 of The Rules of Playing with Fire

Disconnecting myself momentarily from the heady feeling of her gripping me tight, I lifted my head and asked, “Are you okay?”

She threw her head back and nodded. “So okay.”

With her hips gyrating against me, she bit the corner of her lower lip and turned her face sideways to watch us in the mirror. Beneath her, I allowed myself to be drowned by her heat, inside and out. I gazed into the mirrors to my left, but I wanted more. I wanted to watch her and her image.

“I see your point now. I do miss the mirrors on the ceiling,” I said.

Her eyes, drunk with passion, returned to my face. Her hands rested on my chest as she grazed against me and arched her back. She stopped moving when our eyes met and climbed off.

“What happened?”

“We can’t have you missing out on this,” she said and propped herself to her haunches, then pushed her back into a tabletop. “Can you see us now?”

As I jumped off the bed, she greeted me with hoisted hips, and purred like a kitten when I thrust into her.

My eyes drew along the length of her naked torso and toward the mirror where I was treated to the glory of her naked body. The gentle sway of her breasts as I pumped into her, her smile, at once shy and desirous, urging me on, the toned arms that bent erotically to my rhythm. Her strong shoulders rolled with me, the curls tossing over them as we moved. When her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth, I squeezed her ass and pushed so deep, a yelp escaped her lips.

“More,” she cried hoarsely. “Please!”

With a light spanking, I obliged, and she locked her eyes with mine. The harder I tried to break her spell, the darker her gaze burned. When it looked like she could take it no more, she brought her hand to her breast and grabbed it. Her back arched again, and she began to collapse on the bed.

I pulled her against my body, gripping an arm around her waist. She retracted her right leg from under her to plant her foot on the bed, and I brought my hand to her swollen clit. It was so ripe, so ready, she cried out when my finger landed on it. With the other hand, I kneaded the tender flesh of her breast. The mirror that never lies told me I had left quite a few marks on them, and she was probably going to be sore tomorrow. The sight of those marks awakened something animalistic in me, something primal. She was mine, my body roared triumphantly, and she read it on my face. She brought her hands around to my butt and raked her nails across my cheeks, marking her territory, laying claim to my body. The touch of her eyes on me felt as real as the sizzle of her nails grazing across my hips.

Keep going, her nod said, as I felt a slight tremor in her thighs. The first sign of her orgasm, and my heart swelled with pride that I knew this about her.

When a gentle tremble rode up her thighs to her stomach, she inhaled once and went stiff in my arms. I held my cock firmly inside her as I rubbed her clit tighter and faster. Her face was hot against my cheek as she held on to me with clenched eyes. Her nails dug deeper into my hips.

“Come, Sona. Come all over me,” I said, and she spasmed. Her insides clutched me tight, sucking me in while she tried to stifle her cries.

“Don’t hold back. Let me hear you scream,” I urged and heard her shriek again. Her pretty little shriek that was only for me.

That night, we explored every part of the room, every angle of the mirrors, before I begged her to grant me my release.

“How do you want it?” she asked, weary and panting.

“Inside you,” I rasped, and she nodded.

With her right leg propped up in my left arm, I clutched her soft curls with the other. She cupped my face and kissed my forehead as I bent into her. Words of encouragement gushed from her lips, spelling out how much she was enjoying this.

“Come inside me, Mihir. I want to feel you,” she said, running her fingers through my hair and fisting it gently.

Even without her sweet voice, I was a goner. With her words rustling against my skin, I was ruined. I groaned almost too loudly as I came and felt her tighten around me again.

“Shit!” I grabbed her as we fell back on the bed.

She curled up beside me. When I pulled her closer, she placed a hand on my chest, and I covered it with mine. But almost instantly, she retracted to step into the bathroom.

When she returned, her hair was tied up in a messy top bun, several lazy strands framing her face. Her skin glowed with a warm flush, the kind I was intimately familiar with, but it had never looked so ravishing.

“I should go back to my room,” she said.

I held out a hand for her. “Stay.”

She took my hand and climbed into the bed, pulling a plush comforter over us.

I turned to my side to face her. I couldn’t get over the glow on her face. I had done that. I was responsible for the rush of blood that radiated from every part of her body. Without another word, I pulled her in for a kiss. Her delicious warmth greeted me again, and I tasted the slight sweetness of the mouthwash she had just used. My mouthwash. My gentle kiss instantly turned feral, and she let out a moan. Her soft, plump lips melted in my mouth as she slid her leg between my thighs. Her hand came around my nape as she tugged at my lower lip, lapping it up with soft sighs and a gentle arching of her body. She was enjoying this as much as I was, and it brought me a strange reassurance.

When we were left exhausted again, we lay on our backs, gazing at the mirror-less ceiling.

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