Page 141 of Cinder
“Mmm.” My wet lips curve, and I rise slowly.“I want that, too.”
His hand closes around my hip before I can move too far. “Condom.”
“IUD’s still doing its job,” I offer.
“I know.” He reaches for the nightstand, finds a foil packet, and tears it open with his teeth “Still wrapping up unless you tell me otherwise.”
My stomach flips as I watch him roll it on, because somehow the fact he’s losing his mind but still being careful with me makes me wetter.
When his eyes lift back to mine, they’re dark. Then they drop to the bunched fabric at my hips. “Arms up.”
I raise them, and he drags the dress over my head, the slide deliciously slow as he realizes I'm bra-less underneath.
“God, look at you.” His thumbs skim the undersides of my breasts before his mouth replaces them—one slow lick, then a sharp pull that shoots heat to the tips of my toes.
My back arches, and he sucks harder, his teeth grazing while his palm kneads the other breast in counter-rhythm.
The mirror catches the scene in the glass. My fingers buried in his hair, his shoulders cording as he holds me still.
“Evan…”
He lifts his head, lips wet. “You seeing what I’m seeing?”
His chin tips toward our reflection, at my flushed nipples and the swell of my breasts framed by his tanned hands.
“Turn around and face the mirror.” He lowers himself to the edge of the bed, legs spreading. “Feet on my thighs. Wanna see your face while you take me.”
I pivot, heart hammering, and step between his legs with my back to his chest. The mirror catches all of it—Evan sitting behind me, his cock hard between us, my thighs trembling as I climb carefully into position.
Bracing myself open above him, I plant one foot on his thigh, then the other. The angle leaves me exposed in the mirror, every inch of me on display as his hands settle to hold my hips.
His eyes meet mine in the reflection.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, fingers inching higher along my inner thigh.
My breath catches, but I don’t look away.
“Sink down slow,” he instructs. “Wanna feel every inch of you.”
I lower myself down, the blunt head of his cock nudging then sliding deeper My thighs shake with the effort to stay steady, but his hands hold my hips, guiding me until he’s buried so deep my eyes flutter. But the mirror holds me captive.
“Fuck, that’s it.” His voice goes rough against my ear. “You seeing this, baby? Show me how much you want.”
“All of you,” I breathe.
I lift almost to the tip, then ease back down. The next glide is smoother, the one after that greedier. Evan’s hands roam everywhere while his mouth grazes the side of my neck. One palm skims my stomach, the other slips up to roll a nipple between callused fingers.
“Ohh, fuuuuck.” My moan is long and unashamed, echoing through the quiet house.
“Just like that Penny,” he praises. “Keep watching.”
I do, eyes locked on the place our bodies join, mesmerized by the pull and slide. I lift and drop, each one landing louder with a wet clap that tightens his grip.His fingers find my clit, and when I jerk in response, his smile stretches against my skin.
“You like watching me play with you, baby?”
“God yes,” I pant. “I love it so much.”
I drive down harder, the wet slap echoing. Evan growls his approval and slaps my pussy lightly once, which makes me clench around him harder.
