Page 55 of Penalty Kiss
"You think I'll forget this?" I growl. "No chance. You're burned into me."
Her lips part, a small, helpless sound escaping. In the mirror, I watch her pulse flutter at the base of her throat, her chest rising and falling with quickening breaths. Her nipples are hard, and her body quivers under my caress.
"Cam," she whispers, half warning, half plea.
I brush her hair aside, exposing more of her neck. "Tell me to stop."
She doesn't. Instead, she sinks into me, her body softening against mine, surrender in every line of her.
My hands span her waist, slowly sliding up to just beneath the swell of her breasts. In the mirror, the contrast of my tanned fingers against the fabric of her shirt is almost hypnotic.
"You’re so beautiful, Tara." I murmur against her ear.
She makes a small, desperate noise, her head falling back against my shoulder, eyes closed, savoring my touch.
"But I want more," I continue, one hand moving to cup her breast through her shirt. "I want to watch your face while I'm inside you. I want to see what I do to you."
Her nipple hardens against my palm, and I circle it with my thumb, drawing another gasp from her.
"The mirror," she says, understanding dawning. "You want me to watch."
"I want us both to watch." I tug her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in just her cotton bra. "I want to give you a memory neither of us will forget."
In one smooth motion, I unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts are gorgeous—full and heavy, with rosy nipples that tighten under my hungry gaze.
"Look at yourself," I command softly, cupping both breasts from behind. "Look at how sexy you are. How hard you make me just by existing?"
She does, and the vulnerability in her eyes nearly undoes me. I've been with women who knew their power, who wielded their beauty like a weapon. But Tara looks at herself like she's seeing something new, something unexpected.
"I've never—" she starts, then stops, swallowing hard.
"Never what, darling?"
"Never seen myself naked with a man." The admission comes out barely above a whisper. "Naked together like us right now."
Something primal and possessive surges through me. Every bit of my blood pushes toward my inflamed cock.
I turn her to face the mirror fully, my chest against her back, and slowly begin to undo her jeans. She watches, transfixed, asI slide them down her legs along with her panties, leaving her completely naked while I remain fully clothed.
The power imbalance should make her uncomfortable, but instead, she seems to draw strength from it, standing taller, her eyes darkening with arousal.
"You remember what I told you the other day?" I ask, my hands skimming up her sides. "About how I couldn't stop thinking about your breasts?"
She nods, watching in the mirror as my hands cup the weight of them. Her thighs press tightly together, trying to relieve the pressure I've built there.
"See these?" I urge, squeezing gently. "Perfection. Made for me."
Her nipples are tight peaks now, flushed darker with arousal. I roll them between my fingers, watching her reaction in the mirror—the way her lips part, the flush that spreads down her chest. She groans and rocks her butt against my cock pressing through my jeans.
"Cam," she breathes, arching into my touch.
"Watch," I remind her when her eyes start to flutter closed. "I want you to see what I see."
One hand slides down her stomach, dipping between her thighs. She's already wet, slick heat coating my fingers as I find her center.
"Love, you're soaked," I groan, circling her clit with deliberate slowness. "Is this from watching? From seeing what I do to you?"
She nods, unable to form words as I continue my torturous exploration. Her hips start to move, seeking more pressure, more friction. She shudders each time I stroke her clit, and twitches when I circle her pulsing hole.
