Page 52 of Where We Met

I do as I'm told as the dominant man I got a glimpse of earlier makes an appearance. He slides my sweater up over my head. My black lace bra and jeans are the only things left. We both watch as his hands come up to my breasts and grip them. His large hands massaging my breasts is a different kind of pleasure than I've ever experienced. When his thumb and finger pinch my nipples with a bit of force, I let out a cry at the brief moment of pain.

His hands trail down my stomach. He unbuttons my jeans, and then the sound of my zipper being dragged down echoes throughout the tiled room. Once he pulls my jeans down my legs and I kick them off, I'm left standing in just my bra and underwear. Thankfully I had enough sense to wear a matching pair today.

Call me crazy, but when in Italy, you dress like anything can happen.

His hand moves around my stomach as he drags his nose from my neck up to my cheek. "Let's see what it looks like when my hand disappears into your panties. I'm dying to know if you're as affected by this as I am."

We both watch as his hand dips below the line of black. My heart is racing out of my chest knowing where he’s headed, in disbelief that this is really happening. The added element of both our eyes strained on where his hand is going makes the moment feel so much more intense.

His middle finger hits the tip of my clit, and my head falls back against his chest. I'm so sensitive it feels like this could be all it takes for me to lose control.

His entire body stiffens and freezes, making me lift my head back up. “What’s wrong?” I hesitate, terrified he’s going to say we shouldn’t be doing this.

“This only works if you’re looking in the mirror. If I have to say it again, you’ll be sorry,” he growls, then slides his fingers down into my folds. His words have me leaking and he must feel it because he lets out a guttural noise. "You like it when I talk like that, don't you, princess? Look at how sexy it is seeing my hand disappear into your panties. Let's see what it looks like when it rubs circles all over your clit."

He brings his fingers up and starts to move in a slow, deliberate circular motion. Instead of watching his hands, I get lost in his eyes. They hold mine with such intensity, I'm afraid to look away and lose the connection.

My jaw falls slack when I feel my orgasm building, but he pulls his hand away quickly.

"Not yet, baby," he tells me.

He pulls my underwear down my legs slowly and then starts to unbuckle his pants. He looks at me through the mirror, all the while my eyes are trained on his body as he undresses down to his boxers. I swallow my appreciation for the man’s impeccable body.

"I need to see this pussy again, in person this time. Sit down on the floor and spread those legs, princess. Right. In. Front. Of. The. Mirror."

Shit, I'm a little nervous. Has anyone ever looked at themselves up close like that, let alone with their crush experiencing it with them for the first time? I obey his command despite my reservations, deciding to put my full trust in him.

Once I'm seated on the floor, I look up at him and he nods his head for me to continue. I spread my legs apart and look in the mirror. I'm slick and wet from what this man is doing to me.

He surprises me by taking a seat behind me and spreading his legs behind mine.

"Lean back, princess," he whispers in my ear.

When I do, it gives us a better angle to see all of me. We're both staring down at my pussy, and it's not scary at all. It's the most intimate, sexiest thing I've ever done with someone.

"Fucking perfect," he says, reaching down. "I need to see my fingers disappear inside of it."

He takes two fingers and starts to push them inside of me, then curls them and hits the perfect spot. The sensations combined with the image is almost overwhelming.

"Wow," I breathe.

"Look how incredible this looks."

We both watch in fascination as his fingers continue the movement in and out. When he slides them up to my clit and starts rubbing circles again, I can feel myself on the edge of losing it.

"Shit, I'm going to come," I tell him.

"Fuck yeah, princess. Keep your eyes open. Watch yourself come," he demands.

And I listen. Even when everything in me wants to close my eyes, I keep them open and watch myself come undone. I watch as I see my muscles clench and spasm around his fingers.

Both of our jaws are slack the entire time we take it all in through the mirror.

When it's over, I lean my head back on his chest and look up at him just as he leans down and kisses me softly. I feel his hard length on my back and reach behind me and wrap my hand around his length.

Luke groans. "What are you doing?"

"What I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” I admit. "Are you clean?" He nods at me. "I am too, and I'm on birth control." I put my hands on the floor and lift myself up.

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