Page 209 of Accidentally Under Your Tree

Arching back, I cried out. Stars burst in my vision. I writhed and gripped the blanket under me into my fists. My orgasm racking through me.

I was still drawing in deep breaths when he sat back on his heels. The lower half of his face glistening. His usually bright eyes turned dark.

Jerking his head over his shoulder to the mirror, he asked, "Do you like watching?”

"I've never done it," I admitted.

My ability to understand and speak English in my state, deserved an award.

He pinched his lips together, running his palms up and down my inner thighs. I still felt the aftershock of my orgasm, as my body heated again.

"I really wanna watch us fuck in that mirror," he said, his desire barely restrained.

For half a moment, I worried it'd distract me. That instead of feeling all the ways our bodies gave pleasure, I'd see all the things that made me feel insecure. But then I remembered the version of myself I'd glimpsed just a few moments before.

"I want that too."

Muscles in his thighs, his stomach, but definitely in his thighs flexed as he stood. They were wide and long. The boxer briefs he wore stretched thin around them. His hard length strained against the stretchy material.

He loomed over me, his eyes as hungry for me as mine were for him.

A blush bloomed in my cheeks, as I lowered the band around his waist until his cock slipped free. It bounced in front of my mouth. I took hold of his base, thick and hot. Wetting my lips, I squirmed at his groan of equal parts anticipation and impatience.

He brushed my hair away from my face, taking hold of a handful at the roots.

I sighed, closing my eyes to his gentle pull.

He tugged my head back and waited for me to look up at him. "You like that?"

"Yes." I ran my hand up and down his length.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth.

"You like that?" I asked, knowing the answer.

He grinned down at me. "Behave."

That one word struck through me like electricity. I wanted to give it back, ratchet his need for me up the way he kept doing to me.

In one motion, I filled my mouth with his cock, sucking him to the back of my throat and moaning.

His hold of my hair pulled almost too tight. His hips jerked pushing his tip a bit further making tears sting my eyes. "Fuck," he ground out.

I took him in and out, swallowing him deeper each time. My cheeks hollowing. His ribs expanded with quick, shallow breaths. Rocking his hips, he fucked my mouth. My name a repeated plea and groan. He whispered dirty things about how perfect I looked with my lips stretched around him, and how he couldn't wait to fill my pussy.

I squeezed my legs together, needing pressure.

Without warning, he shifted away from me. One hand raked over his face, the other still holding tight to the strands of my hair. Slowly, his fingers loosened. He took a step back.

My head was light, and my blood rushed. My body was replaced with sparking energy barely contained within my skin. I needed release.

He tracked the movement of my hand as I swiped a bra strap off my shoulder and slipped my arm free. A muscle flexed in his jaw. When I lowered the second strap. The tight set of his jaw looked dangerous for his teeth. I reached my hands behind my back, undoing the clasps. I had to shake my tits from side-to-side to make the garment fall to my lap.

The growl that escaped his throat scraped down my spine, but it was the twitch of his hard cock that made me whimper.

In one quick movement, he hovered above me, forcing me back to the mattress again. He pulled one nipple into his mouth, sucking. I arched. My tit released from his lips with a pop, and he gave the same treatment to my other side.

Shifting back, he pressed kisses to my soft stomach. His big fists white knuckled on either side of my waist. His breath was humid puffs as he hissed, "You have me on the fucking edge."

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