Page 101 of Until He Confesses

She was naked with just her lacy thong on, and I took my time as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I wanted to go slow tonight, to take every moment and prolong it. There was no rush, and there would be no interruptions as well, but most of all, I couldn't get the desire out of my head to watch her face and every emotion as we stood before the mirror.

Even when she tried to move out of my grasp so that she could head to the shower, I shook my head and turned her back around until she was pressed against me. She looked at me through the reflection of the mirror and shut her eyes as I began to trace kisses along her shoulder. I loved listening to her quickening breath as a response, and I loved watching, especially as she held my hand behind her.

She began to touch herself in a way that I couldn't look away from until she had cupped one of her breasts. I didn't hesitate then, as I took my hands down her body till they arrived at her panties. I slipped my hand in, and the familiar heat welcomed me with a sweetness that I couldn’t quite put into words.

I watched her every movement as the pleasure began to take her, and as she writhed against me, I grabbed her mound, her slickness staining my hand, and she held onto me for balance.

My finger slipped into her, and then another, and she completely shut her eyes.

“Lucas,” she held onto me as she began to melt at the rhythm of my thrusts.

“Faster,” she said, losing control of herself with every moment that passed, and I obliged.

This time around, I teased her until she came so hard her hands were digging into my sides for relief. She gasped into my mouth as I slanted my head to kiss her, and we both lost ourselves in the euphoria of what had been nothing short of a magical evening.

I held her as she recovered.

“I can't stand.” were her first words to me.

I didn't want to leave this peace that we were in. I wanted to take her and watch the way she completely surrendered herself, both body and heart, to me. She would do this nowhere else, and I wanted to savor every moment and commit it to memory.

Ensuring that she was leaning against me, I unbuttoned my pants, and in no time, my cock was released.

I was already leaking at the tip and wanted it all over her. I guided her until she was bent over the counter. Spreading her ass wide, I lodged my cock in between her cheeks and began to grind against her. She moaned and ground her hips against my groin, and I had no choice but to shut my eyes. The pleasure was intense, so much so that I had to brace myself against the wall beside us to ensure that we were both steady. It was such a pleasant sensation to be teased in that manner, and perhaps it was because it was my first time going that far with her, but I almost didn't want to stop. When we were slicked all over I turned my attention to her swollen and pulsating sex.

But I lowered myself and slid my tongue across her, needing desperately to taste her. She cried out and tried to move away at first, but then when I gripped the side of her hips and held her in place, I heard the slight smack of her hand against the marble.

“Lucas,” she ground her sex into my tongue over and over again until once again she was spilling onto my tongue. I pulled her back against me once again as I watched her flushed face and hazy eyes through the mirror, and then I slid into her.

She was soaking wet and so fucking turned on that I could barely hold her in place. But by that point, I was quickly spiraling out of control as I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. I kissed her as I guided my slick cock into her soaking-wet sex, and the intrusion was beyond heavenly. My head fell back in excitement and wonder until I couldn’t stop my arms from going around her, holding her tightly as she held onto me as well and savored my presence, and I began to move. It was slow at times and rapid at others, and through it all, we were more in sync than I think we had ever been. There were no words to describe how it felt to be so aroused and to fill her up so completely.

I pummeled into her sex, endlessly and mercilessly, while her walls squeezed and pulsed around me. With this constant sensation, I knew that there was no way I could last long, and neither could she. I felt the tightening of her muscles as her orgasm rapidly began to build, and it was more than enough to send me over the edge. I held her tight, wanting more than anything for us to move together, for us to experience this most intimate of moments in a singular moment.

Our hips ground together, with my hand going further down to stroke her clit, and her whimpers filled the space. I pulled my eyes open and watched her as best as I could, despite how heavy my eyelids were. The escaped tendrils of her hair were now stuck to the perspiration on her face, and what was left of the lipstick she had not cleaned off was now smeared around her lips. My heart warmed at the sight, the evidence that she was without restraint and out of control, there was no way she could have come out of her haze enough to notice this or fix it. I shut my eyes, satisfied at the sight of this, and in no time, we were coming together.

It was the best feeling in the world, one that I was certain I would never get enough of, and she was the same. We kept moving against each other until eventually, we couldn’t any longer. It didn’t mean that we could move away. I, for one, didn’t have the energy to, so we remained connected until my energy came back.

She opened her eyes and met mine in the mirror. She took in her appearance and gasped. Before she could make a fuss about it though, I turned her head toward mine and kissed her so deeply that she forgot about all the things that didn’t matter.

49

CALLIE

Iwoke up wet. Recently, with how busy I had been with Lucas, it was the norm. However, this time around, the realization stood out, especially because I could also feel Lucas's leg against mine. Once again, I had fallen asleep in his arms, but that couldn’t have been helped after we had showered together. We were both exhausted from the night, and from how he had fucked me in front of the mirror, so there was no moving afterward for either of us. Plus, his heat and warmth, especially against me, were incomparable. As my eyes opened and I noted all the ways in which we were becoming so intimate with each other, I was filled with concern. But when I looked out the Parisian window that we had left uncovered and at the beautiful day and old architecture, I decided that whatever happens in Paris would remain in Paris. I was going to completely give in to this fantasy and be as open with him as possible because I was certain that this would most likely be our only trip together.

So, rather than embrace any self-consciousness whatsoever at my wetness, I leaned even further into his gloriously hard and naked body and rubbed my clit against his groin. He wasn't hard, but the more I adjusted, searching for a comfortable position, the more I could feel his cock awaken. His breathing was even, so I couldn't quite tell if this applied to him as well, but it didn't matter because he was sure to wake up eventually. Especially when I couldn't get sated and needed more. I reached further down till I found his cock, and then I gently moved the hardening rod to the wetness between my thighs.

I rubbed my slickness all over him, with my hand stroking over the slit of his soft head. I was suddenly hungry, wanting to take him in my mouth and wake him up fully in that way, but at the same time, I was too greedy. I lifted my leg even further until he was positioned at my entrance, and then I guided him in. My eyes immediately fluttered shut as I melted into the bed and even further into his arms. My lips fell open as my breathing became labored, while my hips kept shifting till he was completely sheathed inside me. I couldn't help but let out a groan at the fullness and slight soreness, and as his arms tightened around me, there was no doubt that he was awake.

He didn't speak though. Instead, he moved even closer to me, and then my breast was in his hand. He stroked my nipple, leaning forward to pull it between his lips as I ground my hips into him. He met me for every slow, sensual thrust until I completely gave him free rein and collapsed, losing myself in the incredible sensation. We could have gone on for hours because, rather than fucking as hard as we had just the night before, this was different. There was no rush, no exertion, at least from my end. I shut my eyes, melted into his kisses against my neck and lips, and savored every moment of him fucking me like I belonged completely and absolutely to him.

His kiss on my mouth was a taste and feeling that I couldn't get enough of. As I pulled away to rest against him, completely out of breath and in a complete dream, I couldn't help but compare this moment to the tenderness and extreme intimacy of our past.

It lasted much longer than our other times simply because he refused to stop. Refusing to give me the release that I so desperately craved. Countless times I came close to the edge, but he completely deprived me. My body couldn't take it anymore. Tears welled up in my eyes as my thighs shook with the orgasm, and I couldn't hold back. I let out a long, tortured moan, and despite how hard I tried, I couldn't make the whimpers stop. Especially when he came inside of me, and I could feel the warmth and flow of his release.

He muffled my cries with his mouth, and I was more than content to show him, in the very best possible way, just how intoxicated I was by him. By the end of it all, I couldn't move, and neither could he.

It's a wonderful thing because we both fell asleep once again in each other's arms. The next time I woke up, it was a very, very rude awakening that almost made my soul jump out of my body. At first, I thought it was Lucas's phone, so I refused to move but when I felt him lean over to my bedside, my eyes opened. I watched as the phone was brought over to me and then sighed.

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