Page 72 of The Love Penalty
I tense, my pleasure senses cutting off for a moment as the sound triggers something ugly in the pit of my stomach. Gripping the edge of the basin, I can feel myself on the verge of bailing. He promised me that would be okay. I’m in control this time. I can stop this whenever I like.
The drawer flicks open, and he pulls out a condom. I bite my bottom lip as he unwraps it, wondering if I should be saying something now.
Why am I not opening my mouth?
It’s better to say it now than after he’s started, right?
“Hey.” He catches my attention, and I glance up. His warm gaze stares at my reflection in the mirror, and there’s something about the calm smile in his eyes that stills me. His gentle hands round my hips as he nestles his chin on my shoulder. “You okay for this? You still want to try?”
“Yes.” The word pops out with surprising swiftness, and my butt nudges backward of its own accord.
I feel his wrapped shaft skim my naked skin, and for some reason, I smile.
I’m doing this.
I want to do this.
Licking my bottom lip, I then scrape my teeth over the moisture and spread my legs.
He keeps his eyes on me, grabbing his cock and gliding it down my butt crack. It makes me shiver… in all the right ways… and I lean a little farther forward, giving him easier access.
“Keep your eyes on me, boo. I want to see your pretty face.”
I look back into the mirror, watching him as he glances down to line himself up.
His deft fingers part my folds, his head nudging into my wet core. And then he’s looking into my eyes, slowly pushing himself into me while studying my reflection.
My lips part, a soft breath punching out of me as he stretches me in that familiar way, filling me completely.
“You good?” he checks again.
“I’m good.” A smile starts to curve my lips, and then my mouth drops open again as he pulls back, then gently glides back into me.
“Feel okay?”
“Yeah.” I nod, my words coming out like breaths. “Do it again.”
He holds my hips, pulling back and thrusting in once more, this time a little deeper, and I cry out as pleasure crashes through me. Holy shit, this angle is fucking amazing!
“Good?”
“Yeah, yeah, yes! You can stop asking now. You feel good. You feel so good,” I whimper.
“So do you, boo. Fucking fantastic.” He drives a little harder, and I enjoy the thrust, moving my butt back to take more of it.
His fingers float over my lower back, trailing a path of delicious sensations until he’s rounding my sides and cupping my breasts. He squeezes them for a while, then sails back down to my hips, gripping them as he picks up his pace.
I close my eyes for a second, and he gently coaxes them back open with soft murmurs. “Let me see that gaze of yours, boo.”
I find his eyes again, drinking him in as I watch his face contort with pleasure. My body is owning him right now, and there’s something so beautiful and empowering about that feeling. His lids snap shut and I nearly tease him, goading him to open them back up, but he’s caught in a moment of abandon. I see the way the orgasm builds inside him, marveling at his gratification. His mouth forms a perfect O as his body starts to jerk inside me. He lets out a moan, followed by an uncontrolled thrust that buries his cock deep.
I can’t help crying out as well. The tingles firing down my legs and through my torso are intense and wonderful.
He thrusts again, wrapping his arms around my waist and murmuring in my ear, “Fuck, you’re so good. You’re so good, baby.”
I sink back against him, our bodies trembling in time as I close my eyes and soak in this gift he just gave me.
His eyes slide back open, and we stare at each other in the mirror. We’re connected physically, as close as we can possibly be, and maybe now on a spiritual level, too, because right in this moment, I feel like I’m looking into his soul.