Page 56 of Penalty Kiss
"Patience," I murmur, withdrawing my hand just enough to make her whimper. "Take off my shirt first."
She turns in my arms, fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt.
I could help, but I enjoy watching her struggle, the way her breasts bounce with each frustrated tug. Finally, she pushes the fabric off my shoulders, her hands splaying across my chest like she's mapping territory.
Her fingers nail out across my naked skin, like an artist deciding where to paint. Every accidental scrape across my nipples sends my already raging cock into a screaming fit.
"Now the rest," I rasp.
She undoes my jeans, pushing them down along with my boxers until I'm as naked as she is.
My cock springs free, long and thick, pulsing with need. Her eyes widen, lips parting like she wasn’t expecting all of me. Pride punches hot in my chest, matched by an ache to make her believe I’ll fit her perfectly.
"Turn around," I say, guiding her back to face the mirror. "Look at us together now."
The image is striking—her soft curves against my harder planes, her pale skin contrasting with my tan. I'm significantly taller, broader, my hands massive against the delicate lines of her body. She rubs her ass against me, coaxing a guttural growl out of me.
"This is what everyone sees," I tell her, one hand sliding back between her legs. "When we walk down the street. When we're at the bistro. They see how perfectly we fit."
I find her clit again, circling it with steady pressure as my other hand cups her breast. In the mirror, she looks wanton, desperate, her head falling back against my shoulder as pleasure builds. Her body awkwardly grinds back into mine, and I rock my hips forward so she can rub against my aching arousal.
"Eyes open," I remind her with a nip on her shoulder. "Watch yourself."
My fingers dip lower, testing her entrance before sliding two deep inside. She gasps, hips bucking against my hand.
The glass mirror reflects her wet, desperate pressing forward in the rhythm of sex, my rock-hard cock trapped behind her,still rubbing against her smooth skin as we sway back and forth in shuddering waves.
"That's it," I encourage, curling my fingers to hit that spot that makes her walls flutter. "Show me how much you want this. Want me."
Her eyes are glassy now, fixed on our reflection as I work her body with precision. I can feel how close she is, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers.
"Cam, please," she begs, voice breaking. "I want—please, I need you right now, so bad."
"I need you to touch me."
"Iamtouching you." I pull her closer.
"More," she gasps as I brush my fingers through the soft curls between her thighs. "I want more."
"I’ll give you more." I promise, plunging a third finger deep into her, stretching her tight pussy to relieve the frantic edge in her moans. The sexy, graceful motion of her body in the full glass mirror melts into a frantic deep lurch as my fingers stretch and probe her tight, warbling core.
She moans loudly, every inch of her wriggling in my arms, unable to hold still. Her nipples are so hard they almost itch and the only relief is to rake her nails across them, her body bucking high, still my fingers are buried deep.
I withdraw my fingers, turning her to face me. "Up."
Tara swallows hard. I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her the few steps to the mirror.
Bracing her back against the cool glass, I position myself at her entrance.
"Watch the far wall over my shoulder," I instruct, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. "See what I see when I'm buried inside you. See how your body swallows mine, how your slick heat grips me like a fist"
I drive in deep, burying every inch. She gasps, tight around me, stretched to take my thickness. The sound of her wetness as I begin to move is obscene. I swear I’ll never forget this sound, this feeling, as long as I live.
"Oh—oh," she pants, nails digging into my shoulders, leaving half-moon marks that spur me on. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown with pleasure, and her lips, swollen from my kisses, fall open with each thrust.
I establish a rhythm, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate, allowing her to feel every ridge, every vein of my cock as it drags against her sensitive flesh. Her breasts heave with each breath, her hard nipples grazing my chest.
In the mirror behind me, she can see where we're joined, can see the thick glisten of my cock disappearing inside her again and again. Her eyes are locked on the sight, her cheeks flushed with arousal and wonder.
