Beth Kery - Since I Saw You

“So Phoebe isn’t a serious thing,” she said softly. “Has there ever been? Anyone serious?”

“Why?” he asked, his gaze dipping over her image in the mirror. Her nipples tightened into hard crests behind the fabric of her black silk bra.

“Because I’m curious about you,” Lin replied without a trace of defensiveness. His stare flicked from her belly to her hips, lingering on her pussy, before it returned to her face. How did just one of his glances set a spark to her blood?

“There was a woman named Diana,” he rasped. “In London. For almost four years.”

“Did you love her?”

For a few seconds, she thought he wasn’t going to respond.

“I thought I did. And she thought she loved me. Turned out, we were both in love with somebody that wasn’t really there.”

Lin nodded in silent understanding.

He stepped an inch closer so that she felt his hard torso through the fabric of his shirt and his fly bumped against her tailbone. She inhaled the smell of soap and male skin and something else.

Arousal.

“What about you?” he asked, his deep, rough voice a scraping caress on her neck.

“Have I ever been in love?” Lin clarified.

He nodded. Their gazes clung. He slid two fingers up the slope of her shoulder and pressed them gently against her thrumming pulse in a quiet challenge.

“Yes,” she replied.

“And? What happened?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” she whispered. “He was someone else’s, never mine.”

The words seemed to hang in the air between them. Her panties fell to the floor as she reached for his hand with both of hers. She lifted it from her pulse and pressed her mouth to his palm, holding his stare in the mirror the whole time. He flexed his hips ever so slightly, letting her feel his arousal at her gesture.

“Do you suppose this is some kind of magical, truth-telling mirror?” she asked him, smiling.

His hands drifted to the outside of her ribs. He moved them downward, detailing the shape of her waist and hips. She felt his cock stiffen against her skin, and a thrill went through her, the sure knowledge that she pleased him. He lowered his head and nuzzled her temple. “If it is, I’ve got nothing to hide,” he said, his deep voice roughening the skin on her neck. One large hand swept between her thighs, cupping her sex. She exhaled shakily and tilted her head back on his chest. He met her stare.

“Can you say the same, Lin?” he rasped.

He’d turned the tables on her so effortlessly.

“Oh,” she sighed when he worked the ridge of his forefinger between her sex lips, rubbing and agitating the sensitive flesh there. She could tell from his easy glide she was very wet. All the arousal and tension she’d been experiencing since Kam had touched her body earlier as he gathered data erupted from a simmer to a burn.

“Answer me,” he urged, even as the movements of his lips on her neck and his relentless finger made focus nearly impossible. He grabbed a bare buttock and squeezed it lasciviously, still stimulating her clit. “Is this what you want from me? What you need?”

She gasped when he released her ass cheek and spanked it firmly. Once. Twice. Her eyelids flew open. The smacking sound of flesh against flesh seemed to echo in her ears. He stared at her in the mirror, one hand buried between her thighs, the other cupping her ass. His cock had turned steel hard where it pressed against the base of her spine.

“If that’s what you’re offering. Yes,” she replied.

He opened a hand on her belly and pushed her against him. “I’m offering, all right,” he muttered before he bent and took a bite from her neck.

It was all he was offering. She knew this, but she didn’t care. Not in that moment, she didn’t. She gasped and shivered, instinctively squirming her body against his arousal. He cursed softly and swatted her ass again, the cracking sound exciting her further. She made a sound of misery when he lifted his hand from her pussy, but he shushed her quietly. He grabbed her wrists and placed her hands on the granite counter top.

“Bend over and stay still,” he ordered darkly.

She took the position, watching him avidly in the large mirror as he bent down over her, continuing to sample the skin of her shoulders and back. His hands bracketed her hips, making a sensual circling motion. He scraped his teeth against her spine and cupped her bottom in both hands.

“Sweetest ass I’ve ever seen,” he murmured distractedly. She moaned when he took a tender bite at the side of her ribs. He squeezed her bottom lewdly, ratcheting up her excitement. His hand shifted, cupping both ass cheeks at once from below, encompassing so much of her with his hold.

“Kam,” she whimpered when he sent a long finger into her slit from behind. It felt wonderful. She wriggled her hips, trying to increase the stimulation. He dropped behind her. She couldn’t see him in the mirror, but she felt his warm breath against a buttock. She gasped at the sensation of his whiskers abrading the tender skin of her ass, his firm lips pressing. He kissed and bit at the flesh exploring her, his manner somehow both gentle and greedy at once. She bit her lip, a moan vibrating in her throat. After making a quick meal of her ass, he stood again behind her and popped a buttock again with his free hand, sending a finger high into her slit. She made a surprised sound in her throat. Her muscles tightened around his thrusting finger.

“Look at me,” he said.

Her gaze flew up to meet his in the mirror. “Je te veux tellement.” She understood French better than she spoke it, but even if she hadn’t comprehended his words, she would have seen the sharp truth in his blazing eyes. I want you so much.

He continued to finger-fuck her, this time more strenuously, his entire arm moving. Her mouth fell open when the wet sound of him moving in her flesh hit her ears.

“That’s right. So wet. So tight.” He lifted his free hand and spanked her bottom again. “Does that make you hotter?” he asked, almost as if to himself, as if he was running a little experiment. She bit her lower lip helplessly. He swatted her again. It didn’t hurt, but it tingled and burned beneath his hand. And something about his deliberate spanks as he watched her left her speechless with arousal.

“You’re not going to tell me with your mouth? It doesn’t matter. I can feel the truth. Oh yeah,” he muttered, sounding satisfied. “You’re getting even wetter. Hotter.” He spanked her again, pausing to shape a buttock to his big hand. “Nice and hot. Everywhere,” he added thickly, his gaze dropping to her ass. “Little kitten likes a good spanking.”

She quaked and moaned. One of his fingers slid between her labia, rubbing her slick clit. He spanked her again and she shut her eyes at the illicit, erotic beauty of him in the mirror.

Of them.

She suddenly felt his fingers slip beneath her bra strap, and it sprung open. Kam hastily shoved the bra down her arms. She tried to lift her hands to get the garment off her wrists, but he muttered, “Don’t move. Just leave it.”

He pushed closer suddenly, both of his hands firmly holding her hips in place. He pressed his thighs and crotch against her. She could clearly feel the outline of his erection pulsing against her lower back. He held her in place. It was a salacious pose, unapologetically so. He slid his hands up her nude body, keeping her pressed tight against his hard thighs and throbbing cock, and took both of her bare breasts in his hands.

“Lean up a few inches,” he commanded. She straightened slightly, so that she was still bent at the waist and leaning over, but granting both of them a view in the mirror.

For a lung-burning moment, he massaged her breasts in his hands, pinching lightly at the nipples, his flagrant arousal resonating into her skin. She couldn’t unglue her gaze from the vision of his big hands on her breasts, his skin so much darker than the pale globes he shaped and molded to his palms. Both of them watched his movements avidly. He squeezed both nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them subtly, forcing them into further pronouncement. He lifted both breasts and jiggled the taut flesh, catching it again in his cupping hands. She made a wild, helpless sound in her throat. The next thing she knew, he was lifting her. She started in surprise.

“Wha—”

“Shh,” he soothed. “Put your knees up on the counter and lean forward, that’s right. Put your forearms against the mirror and brace yourself. It’ll be okay. It’s mounted securely, I checked it earlier because it’s so large, and I was curious how they’d attached it. That thing isn’t moving.”

She did what he said. She hardly recognized the naked, wanton woman in the mirror. The reflection of her face was only inches away. Her skin looked dewy and flushed, her eyes enormous, her thrusting breasts heaving in excitement. Her eyes widened even more when she felt Kam part her buttocks and lean down.

“Oh my” spilled shakily out of her throat when he matter-of-factly spread her labia as well and slid his tongue onto her clit. Her expression tightened as if she were in pain, but it was the direct opposite. His agile tongue and firm lips conferred the most distilled form of pleasure. His depthless confidence was again in full evidence. He knew exactly what he was doing in this manner of lovemaking and wasn’t afraid to show it. It was unprecedented in her experience. Nothing compared. Her clit sizzled beneath his agitating tongue. She no longer knew what she stared at in the mirror just inches from her face. Every nerve cell in her body was lit up with electricity, sparking and firing.