Page 62 of Fragile Hearts

Stepping closer so my body is flush against hers and she can feel my hard-on against her back, I whisper, “Come with me.”

I drop a kiss to the top of her shoulder as the material of her dress falls and pools around her feet. Taking her hand, I lead her through the suite to our bedroom and into the bathroom. Positioning her in front of the vanity so she is facing the mirror, dressed in nothing but these strappy heels, I kiss her shoulder again.

“Stay there,” I command before stepping back and shrugging off my jacket.

Sloane watches me in the mirror as I undress, her eyes wide, barely blinking as she takes me in. It’s hot as fuck watching her watching me, and by the time I’m naked, my dick is so fucking hard, and I am dying to bury myself inside her.

I step closer, my dick against her ass as I drag a finger slowly up her spine. Pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, I nuzzle against her skin and whisper, “I wanna fuck you right here, so we can both watch.”

Sloane lets out a low moan, and I smile.

“You like that?” I ask, curling my hand around her neck as I angle her jaw up, pressing more kisses to the side of her neck.

“Yes,” she breathes out.

Smiling, I slide my hand down, coasting my fingers over her breast, teasing and pinching her nipple until it’s a hard peak. Sloane watches everything, her eyes following the path of my hand as it now moves lower, between her breasts, tracing a slow, lazy circle around her belly button.

“Are you wet?” I ask, my mouth at her ear.

She nods. “God, yes.”

Smiling, I gently bite her earlobe before kissing behind her ear. “Let me check,” I whisper, watching in the mirror as my fingers now move lower, disappearing between her legs. Sloane widens them automatically, and the second I brush them against her clit, her head falls back on my shoulder as she lets out a soft moan.

“Watch, Sloane,” I tell her, stilling my fingers until she lifts her head. When she does, I press another kiss to her neck before slowly sliding my finger inside her. “Fuck, you are dripping,” I say, turning her jaw so I can kiss her.

“Yes,” she murmurs against my mouth, her hand curling up to hold me to her as she deepens the kiss, my tongue mimicking the action of my finger as I pump it in and out of her. “Owen,” she groans, pushing her ass back against my dick.

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask.

“Yes,” she groans.

I pump my finger inside her once more before pulling it out. I turn her back to the mirror so she can watch as I now slide the finger into my mouth. “Fuck, your taste,” I groan as I lick it off.

Sloane steadies herself against the vanity, her fingers resting on the counter as she watches me. When I’m done, I put my hands on her hips, pressing my dick against her.

“Widen your legs.”

She does as I ask, never taking her gaze off mine in the mirror. I grab my dick, my other hand moving between her shoulder blades as I gently ease her forward a little, so she’s bent over. Then I position myself against her, lifting my gaze to hers again before I slowly push inside her.

“Fuck,” I groan, forcing my eyes to stay open so I can watch her. “Gets better every fucking time.”

Sloane’s grip on the vanity tightens a little as I pull out before thrusting back inside her. She looks so fucking gorgeous, standing here in her heels, the mirror showing us everything as I fuck her from behind. I don’t even know where to look—the reflection so I can see everything this is doing to her or my dick as it slides inside her.

“God, you are so beautiful, Sloane,” I say, thrusting again, my hand gripping her hip as I slide the other one around to between her thighs.

“Yes,” she moans as my fingers find her clit.

I start to tease her slowly, my fingers moving in time with my thrusts as I feel Sloane get wetter and wetter, her eyes growing dark and hooded as she watches me in the mirror.

“You like this?” I ask, my words a low growl against her ear.

“Yes,” she breathes out, and I smile, kissing her neck again as I up the tempo, moving now in long, deep thrusts as I pinch and tease her clit.

“Owen, oh my god,” she cries, her words echoing in the bathroom as we both watch ourselves in the mirror. “Fuck, yes, I’m gonna come.”

“Don’t look away,” I command her, moving my fingers faster and harder, my hips slamming against her ass now as I push us both closer and closer to the edge.

“Owen,” she cries again, clenching around my dick so tightly that I come hard, the two of us orgasming at the same time, our eyes locked together in our reflection.

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