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bracketing hers. He put an arm around her stomach and eased her back to rest against him.
    “Excuse me?” he asked in that tone that meant
did you really just say that out loud
.
    Had she? “Er. Yum, Sir!”
    His lips twitched, and she was glad for the mirror after all.
    “Put your hands under your thighs.”
    Not sure exactly what he wanted, she lifted her body up slightly and slipped her hands under her thighs, then lowered her weight back down. Immediately she realized that her own weight would trap her as surely as most restraints, unless she moved out of position. She checked the mirror for his approval and found it in his steady gaze, then blushed as his focus lowered, the mirror hiding nothing. He swirled a finger lightly through the hair between her legs, pulling on the short strands that had gone super curly with the wetness he’d caused. His warm hands moved up to her stomach, toyed with her belly button, then moved on to her breasts. He cupped them gently, weighing them in his palms, then closed his hands in a firm grip that had her struggling to stay still.
    “Eyes open,” he told her firmly. She hadn’t even realized they’d drifted shut, was surprised they had when she was now mesmerized by the view of his large, tanned skin gripping her darker flesh, her nipples jutting out in need. He slid his grip forward, slowly, squeezing tighter as there was less flesh to fill his hands until he gripped only her nipples in his strong fingers, pulling them out against the weight of her breasts. It was almost too much, but when he let go, she cried out, already missing the sensation.
    His chest was hard against her back, slick from their combined sweat, the hairs moving against her sensitive skin as they both breathed hard. His cock was pressed against her ass, already hard again, and she suddenly felt empty, wanting him inside. She squeezed the muscles of her channel, which only made the emptiness worse.
    “Tell me what you want,” he whispered into her ear before pulling the lobe between his teeth, his gaze steady on hers in the mirror.
    “You!”
    He suckled for a minute before letting go and nipping her shoulder. “Be more specific.”
    “Fill me up, please. I need you inside me.”
    He bit her, then sucked hard in the same spot. He’d leave a mark, she knew, but couldn’t seem to care.
    “That’s not very specific,” he admonished.
    “Fuck me, please. I want to watch your cock fill me.”
    He smiled and she knew she’d given him the right words. He banded his arm around her stomach and knelt up, taking her with him. “Put your hands behind my head.”
    She linked her fingers behind his neck and they both looked down, watched as he sheathed his cock then fucked into her with one quick thrust. He gripped her hips, tilted her just right, and slid back out. She’d seen people having sex at the clubs, but never really watched the actual joining so closely before. Now she couldn’t look away from the sight of his hard length being revealed inch by inch as it left her body, slick with her juices, before making the return journey, slowly disappearing inside her.
    She squeezed hard and he grunted, driving himself through her clenching muscles. She forced herself to look away from where their bodies met, watched his face as he, too, looked up, meeting her gaze with a fierce expression she couldn’t quite interpret. He brought one hand up to squeeze her nipples, one after the other, still tender from his earlier attentions. When his other hand dropped down to her pussy, they returned their attention to watch as he smoothed her curls to better open her up to view.
    “Drew, please! Sir!”
    “You look so pretty, taking me in. All puffed up and wet, letting me slide in…” he matched actions to words, and slowly inched back in, “…and out.” She tried to hold him in, but could only beg.
    “Please, Sir.” It was almost a sob, and it had no effect. His rhythm stayed steady, though his hand on her