Page 79 of Caught Looking

“Seth? Where are you?” She called up the stairs.

“Down here! At the end of the hall.” It was show time. Either she loved it or she hated it. Why was I nervous? I stashed the tools and wiped my sweaty palms before stepping into the hallway.

She sauntered my way in a robe, her hair tousled and eyes sleepy. “What are you doing up here?” She yawned.

Maybe we needed to slow down. She needed sleep and instead I was wearing her out more than ever. I was about to close the door and make up a lie when she cocked an eyebrow. “Seth Butler, what is in that room?”

No backing out now. “I had an idea. But if it’s too much we’ll close the door and forget all about it okay? Promise? You won’t let this be a thing that comes between us, right?” My heart pounded in my chest.

She frowned. “Did you set up a BDSM room or something? That’s really something we should discuss if that’s your thing.”

“What? No. Huh?” My brain struggled to keep up with the unexpected direction.

“Then what did you do?” she laughed lightly, trying to peer around me.

I blocked the doorway. “Promise.” There was no way I was letting my wild idea derail our precious few days together.

She scowled, but then crossed her heart. “I promise if I don’t like what you’ve done I’ll immediately forget it exists.”

“Okay. Close your eyes.”

She gave me another funny look but did as I asked. This was going to be great, right? I knew she liked watching us yesterday. This was a gift not a hot poker.

So I took a breath, scooped her up and set her down on the bed. “Open your eyes.”

She blinked a few times and then glanced around, her eyes widening as she took it all in.

“What do you think? Too much?” I just wanted her to be happy. And maybe that made me a little over the top sometimes.

Her answer was a smile and a tug on her robe. She pulled the knot loose and then opened the fabric so she was almost naked in the center of the bed. “Like what you see?”

I gulped because hell yeah, Ilovedwhat I saw. That heat in her eyes, the tug on her lip, the flush of her skin…and I was hard again. “You are every fantasy I didn’t know I had, Annalise. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. You’ve sucked all the sense out of me.”

She gave me an even sexier smile. “I do recall doing some of that yesterday.” Then she licked her lips and I almost came in my pants. “Show me your fantasy,” she whispered as she plucked her nipples between her fingers and tugged. Her knees fell open, giving me a perfect view of how wet she already was for me.

I groaned. “What are you doing to me?”

“You’re the one who gave me a room of mirrors. I’m pretty sure you’re doing this tome.” Her fingers slid down her stomach and into her slit. They glistened with her arousal.

I shoved my pants down and ripped my shirt over my head. “I have several ideas, Annalise. It might take a few days to show you all of them.” I gripped myself and squeezed.

She frowned. “Is that all?”

Fuck, this woman. She would be the death of me. I was sure of it. The sex just got better as we got freer with each other.

I yanked open the bathroom drawer and pulled a strip of condoms free. “Let’s start slow.” Slow was always best with Annalise. I fucking loved it. Feeling her body stretch around me was a pleasure I hadn’t known existed before her.

I sat against the bed on the sheepskin rug. Right in front of a floor-length mirror flanked by two smaller mirrors angled in different directions. “I want to watch you ride me, gorgeous.”

Her eyes gleamed as she scrambled off the bed, ditching her robe. She stood over me, facing the mirror, then came down to her knees on either side of my thighs. She reached between her legs and gripped me at the base, dragging my crown through her wet slit before pressing it against her pussy.

I watched all of this, splitting my focus between my dick and the mirror. The advantage of the mirror was seeing Annalise’s flushed face and her swinging tits. But the rest I had to look down to see at this angle.

She was so wet she coated me, her small fingers moving between her arousal and my shaft. Then she used her weight to push down, taking me just barely inside her.

“Fuck, your pussy feels good, gorgeous. Always so tight and hot for me.”

She panted as she stretched around me, the tip of my head in her incredible heat while my crown waited patiently for its turn. I fought back the instinctive urge to thrust, to take. I didn’t want to hurt her. Besides, I’d come to enjoy this process. The patience. The tease.

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