Page 10 of The Caress

"I want you to keep an eye on us," he says, his tone a little gravelly. He brushes up against my waist, standing behind me. We both look at the image reflected back at us.

God, we lookgoodtogether. Keir is unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, a wolfish expression in his eyes. He’s definitely the predator in this game…

And I’m the willing, sacrificial prey.

I take a glance at the two of us. He pulls me back half a step into his arms. His stiff cock jabs into my back, both promising and threatening good things to come.

Keir’s big hands come up to palm my breasts. I feel oddly empowered by looking in the mirror. It’s little like watching these hot things happen to someone else. As he pinches my nipples, I shudder. It's strange to be viewing myself right now but I’m surprisingly into it. I gasp and the girl in the mirror gasps… I lean my head back against Keir’s chest and step into his welcoming embrace.

“You like the mirror?” he asks. He kisses my ear, causing my whole body to tremble.

“Do that again,” I say. I feel him grip my hip as his ear teases the shell of my ear. He nibbles it, which makes me pussy grow damp. “Fuck, Keir.”

Keir hooks his fingertips in my panties, teasing me. I lean back against him and he skims them down my legs, throwing them aside. The last of my clothes are gone and I’m watching Keir in the mirror with bated breath.

For better or worse, there is nothing between us today.

He holds my hips and takes a step backward to the bed, sitting down. He pulls me down to sit between his knees on a sliver of the bed. The contour of his cock is pushing against my ass cheeks.

In the mirror, I watch as the handsome man maneuvers the gorgeous girl around. He grabs my knees and divides my thighs, revealing my pussy. That makes me shudder, and it makes my mirror image shudder as well. He kisses my earlobe at the same moment.

His kiss makes my clit pulse. I moan, halfway closing my eyes. It feels so decadent to be doing this here, right now. Joining the mile high club? Yes, please.

"You are stunning, sweetheart." His free hand begins to cup one of my breasts as his hand goes down my body to my pussy.

His deft fingers split my pussy lips and focus on my tender clit. He strokes it with his fingertips, making it throb.

I arch my back and groan quietly. But I never take my gaze away from the mirror. Watching us is way too hot. I can’t believe I never thought of trying this before.

"Keir," I say quietly. "We’re both so fucking sexy. I don’t think I knew how good we looked together."

“We are,” he agrees.He presses his lips on a point on my neck, heightening my need. His fingertips spin over my clit suddenly and I practically come out of my seat. “Shhh. Stay with me, sweetheart.”

At the same time, he strums one of my nipples. I reach up and place my hand over his, squeezing it to my skin. I'm showing him what I enjoy in the most timid manner possible.

He replies by strumming faster, using the same method I did. His fingers on my clit remain relaxed but they move faster too. He nips my neck a couple times and bites my earlobe.

“Fuck!” I moan, throwing my head back. “Keir…”

I let forth a trembling groan. Keir chuckles, and I can feel the vibrations on the overheated skin of my neck. It’s incredibly sexy.

"Do you like that, sweetheart?" he asks.

I attempt to keep my eyes open by nodding. To enhance the pressure on my clit, I need him to stroke his fingers quicker over my clit. I try to force my pussy into his touch by angling my hips.

He makes a quick sound of rebuke. “Ah ah. You’re a grown woman. I want to hear you tell me what you want, sweetheart. Trust me, it’ll get you what you need much faster.”

It’s not what I wanted to hear. I open my eyes, shooting a glare at him for not being able to read my mind. "Faster. Harder. Just touch me, for fuck’s sake,” I whine.

As he leans us both back a few inches, my hips begin to gyrate. With his free hand, he directs my attention to the mirror. “Watch yourself, sweetheart. Play with your nipples.”

The pressure of his fingers on my heated pussy is precisely perfect from this viewpoint. He begins to move his fingers more quickly, spreading my wetness with his fingertips.

“Oh fuck,” I say, breathless. “That’s so hot.”

"Take a look at yourself," he whispers in my ear. "Look at how creamy your pussy is. Look at how you’re letting me dominate you right now. Tell me that you aren’t about to lose it right now, watching it all play out."

As he says it, I can feel my body getting ready, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I lean back and half-close my eyes. Nobody else has ever made me feel this hot and naughty, eager for him to make me come.

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