Page 587 of Rock Me All Night
My last hint of shyness fades away. I stare at our reflection, taking in everything. None of my usual insecurities—the not quite flat stomach, the fleshy thighs, the round ass—pop out. Right now, I'm perfect.
Hell, I'm a sex goddess.
My lips part with a groan. My sex clenches. With his next thrust, I go over the edge. I scream his name again and again as I come.
I keep my gaze on the mirror, watching my muscles clench and relax, watching my teeth sink into my lips, and especially watching the pleasure spread over his face.
Damn, what an orgasm. It's not enough. I need his.
"Fuck me harder, Pete. I want to feel you come." My inhibitions are gone. My words go straight to my tongue.
He groans something incomprehensible. His grip tightens on my hips. He shifts forward, pinning me to the wall, sinking his lips into my neck.
His groans reverberate over my skin. His hand goes to my chest, playing with my nipples. Harder and harder, like he can't contain himself.
There.
His breath goes wild. His nails sink into my skin. I can feel his thighs shaking again mine, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes.
I watch his reflection—the way his eyelids squeeze together as he groans my name. Everything about his reflection is bliss. His orgasm is the best thing I've ever seen.
He keeps me pressed against the wall until he catches his breath. Then his lips are on my neck, making their way to my ear, my jaw, my cheek.
Pete turns me around. Pins me to the wall again. His eyes meet mine. He runs his fingertips along my cheek.
The expression on his face is pure affection.
I open my mouth to speak but my tongue is sticky. Screw words. I rise to my tip toes and kiss him hard. That same affection pours between us. It's still hot as hell, but it's sweeter than before.
