As I silently enter our room, my eyes are drawn to you standing in front of the full-length mirror. The soft glow from the lamp casts a warm light on your figure, clad in a black lace bra and matching panties. Your reflection stares back at you as you admire every curve and angle.
I can't help but smile as I watch in silence, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight before me. Your hands caress your breasts, fingertips tracing the delicate lace before traveling down your body. Every movement is deliberate, sensual, as if you are savoring every inch of yourself.
My heart races as I drink in the sight of you, lost in admiration and desire. In this moment, there is nothing else in the world but you and the beauty you radiate.
Silently, I approach you from behind, my reflection catching your attention in the mirror. My right arm wraps around you, pulling you back against me as my hand rests on the soft skin of your abdomen. With my left hand, I gently brush aside your silky hair from your right shoulder, leaning down to press warm kisses along the delicate curve of your neck. Your skin is like velvet beneath my lips. Your intoxicating scent makes me lose myself in the moment.
Our bodies mold together, my cock responding to the pressure of your perfect ass against my crotch. My left hand delicately cups your right breast, feeling the intricate lace of your bra and the supple flesh beneath. You sigh softly as I nibble on your earlobe, my other hand slowly sliding down your toned stomach, my fingertips drifting under the waistband of your panties.
My lips against your ear I whisper, "So beautiful," my voice husky with desire.
I see your eyes flutter closed in the mirror as you tilt your head back, resting against my shoulder, melting into my embrace. My fingers continue their teasing exploration, tracing lazy circles just beneath the lace of your panties.
"I couldn't take my eyes off you," I murmur, placing open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. "The way you were touching yourself... God, you're incredible."
A soft moan escapes your lips as my hand on your breast kneads gently, my thumb brushing over your hardening nipple through the delicate fabric. Your hips roll back against me, seeking more contact.
I stare at you in the mirror, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and parted lips. Slowly, deliberately I withdraw my fingers from under your waistband and slide my hand lower, feeling your wetness through your panties.
"Look at yourself," I command softly, my eyes never leaving you in the reflection. "Your arousal is breathtaking."
Your eyes open, dark with desire as you watch my hands moving over your body. I can feel you trembling against me, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"That's it," I encourage, my fingers gliding along your cleft through the damp lace. "Tell me what you desire."
Your eyes lock with mine in the mirror, heavy-lidded and filled with hunger. I feel your body arch against me, pressing more firmly into my touch. My fingers continue their teasing strokes.
"Please," you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper.
I smile against your neck, the tip of my tongue grazes the curve of your ear. "Please what, my love?" I murmur, my breath hot against your flesh. The fingers of my left hand slip into your bra, seeking your hardened nipple and pinching it between two fingers.
Your hips roll again, more insistently this time. "Touch me," you plead, your eyes never leaving mine in the reflection.
Slowly, I slide my hand beneath the waistband of your panties, my fingers finally making direct contact with your slick folds. You moan at the sensation, your head falling back against my shoulder once more.
"Like this?" I ask, my voice low and husky as I curl my middle finger slipping it inside you, feeling your creamy wetness.
Your only response is a breathless gasp as your hips begin to move in rhythm with my hand. I watch you in the mirror, mesmerized by the sight of your flushed skin and the way your body moves against mine.
My cock throbs insistently, but I focus solely on you, on bringing you to the heights of ecstasy. I press the heel of my palm against your pubis as I slip my ring finger inside to join the first, your warmth and wetness fluttering against my fingers.
"That's it, baby," I encourage softly. "Let go for me. I want to watch you cum.”
Your eyes flutter open, meeting mine in the mirror once more. The intensity of your gaze sends a shiver down my spine as I continue pulsing my fingers inside you, massaging your fleshy mons with the heel of my palm.
"Oh god," you moan, your hips rocking more urgently against my hand. I can feel you tightening around my fingers, your breathing becoming more ragged with each passing moment.
I increase the pressure and speed of my movements, my left hand still caressing your breast, teasing and pinching your nipple. Your hands reach back, grasping my hips and pulling me closer as if trying to anchor yourself.
"Yes," I whisper. "You're so close. Cum for me baby."
Your body begins to tremble, your muscles tensing as you approach the precipice. I watch your face in the mirror, captivated by the way your lips part and your brow furrows in concentration.
With a final curl of my fingers and a wiggle of my thumb across your swollen clit, I feel you shatter. Your back arches, pressing your ass firmly against my aching erection as a loud, strangled cry escapes your lips as the orgasm washes over you. I hold you tightly, my fingers still moving inside you, thumb slowly circling, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure.
As your body slowly relaxes from its climax, I gently withdraw my hand, trailing my glistening fingers over your skin as I bring them to my lips. I maintain intense eye contact with you in the mirror as my tongue glides along my digits, savoring the taste that only belongs to you.
The sight of you in the afterglow, flushed and panting, takes my breath away. My heart swells with desire for you, and I can't help but feel grateful for this moment together.
"Beautiful," I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "Absolutely beautiful."
