Page 68 of A Love That Broke Us
“Yeah, that’s it,” I whisper, watching her work herself, her cheeks flushed, lips parted. “God, look at you. Look how fucking sexy you are.”
Our eyes lock in the mirror, heat building between us.
“You see what you do to me?” I whisper, grinding my cock against her ass so she feels me, hard and desperate for her. She moans softly, rubbing herself harder.
I slide my hand down between her thighs, brushing my fingers over hers. “So wet already,” I murmur. “Ready for me, huh?”
She lets out a breathy laugh, nodding, “Yes.”
I take over, circling her clit in slow, purposeful strokes. “Keep watching,” I whisper, my mouth at her ear. “Watch me touch you.”
Her head drops back against me, body arching into my hand as I work her faster. I watch her in the mirror—brows pinched, mouth parted, completely lost in what I’m doing to her.
“Jensen,” she breathes. “I don’t think I can?—”
I grin against her neck, lips brushing her skin. “Yeah, you can,” Imurmur. “You’re gonna come just like this. Standing here. Watching me love you.”
Her breathing grows shallow, and her body tenses. She’s right there on the edge. I pull back, removing my hand.
Her head snaps up. “What are you doing? I was so close.” The frustration in her voice makes me smirk.
“Bend over, baby. Hands on the chair,” I shove my swimsuit down.
She hesitates, but turns and does what I say, glancing back at me over her shoulder.
“God, look at you.” I drag the tip of my cock up her slick pussy. “So fucking ready for me.”
She lets out a soft whimper, pushing her ass back against me, silently begging for it.
”You want it?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.” Her gaze locks on mine in the mirror, her voice breathless and desperate. “Please.”
Holy shit. That. The eye contact. The begging. Theplease.Sweet Jesus, it’s a fantasy I’ve had for as long as I can remember. I’m so turned on. My cock aches, and I swear to God, I’m already seeing stars.
Sliding my hands down her back, I grip her hips and guide myself in—slow at first, short, shallow thrusts, working into longer, deeper strokes.
With every snap of her hips, her tits bounce, and between the way she feels wrapped tight around me and everything I’m watching in the mirror, my head spins.She feels so damn good.
I thrust harder, faster, her ass slapping against me, our bodies moving together. My breath turns sharp and shallow, and I’m already teetering on the edge.
Jesus. Are my eyes closed? What the fuck am I doing?
I force them open, needing to see her because I know I won’t last much longer. She catches my eye in the mirror, flashing a wicked grin, then suddenly shifts her hips forward, pulling away from me. Before Ican react, she spins around, dropping onto the chaise and tugging me down on top of her.
Okaaaay.Not mad about being handled a little. I love seeing this side of her. But damn. I was so close.
Her legs wrap around me, guiding my cock to her entrance, and I sink into her, groaning as I savor every inch. Her fingers slide into my hair, pulling me close until we’re sharing breath. Then she grabs my jaw, making me look at her, eyes locked.
“I want to look at you when you fuck me.”
I let out a shaky breath. “Fuck, baby.” My forehead drops to hers. “I love you so much.”
I capture her lips, pouring everything I feel into the kiss. I’m torn between making slow, sweet love to her and fucking her so hard she forgets her own name.
