Reflected in the Mirror

Reflected in the Mirror

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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New uses for the furniture. Matt adds to his video collection. **Graphic Content**

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New uses for the furniture. Matt adds to his video collection. **Graphic Content**

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Submitted: October 07, 2010

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Submitted: October 07, 2010

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She stood in front of the long, low dresser, looking into the mirror. The satin robe slithers over her skin when she reaches for her brush. As she is tugging it through her wildly tangled hair, she watches the activity behind her reflected in the mirror. He walkes around picking up the scattered pillows and straightening the rumpled sheets. She admires the way he moves as he puts the room to rights, all masculine grace and complete unconcern for his near nudity. He is wearing navy blue briefs and nothing else.  She turns her attention to a particularlly stuborn tangle. Her hair was finally smooth when she started to put the brush aside. A large hand intercepts it before it can be put down. The brush glides through her hair in long slow strokes followed by his other hand sliding over the strands, stopping nearly at her waist. The brush is dropped to the dresser, his hands move some hair over the front of her body. His fingers smoothed the hair over her breasts. She leans back against his chest and watches his hands stroke her hair and breasts. A quick tug at her waist and her robe was sliding to the floor. Her breasts now only covered by her hair. His hands resume their path starting from her shoulders. One hand flattened out just below her bellybutton and the other stroked upward over her ribs to close over her breast. Her hair cascades over the back of his hand. With the hand on her stomach, he presses her hips back against his body. He is aroused. She looks up into the mirror and sees him watching the reflected activity of his hands. His eyes meet hers. Without looking away he lightly bites her shoulder then kisses the side of her neck. His fingers start teasing her nipple, the other hand soon joining the first. She rocks her hips against him. Her hands slide back to his thighs, fingernails lightly scoring the hair. One of his hands travels lower, teasingly testing for the slippery evidence that she was ready for more.

"Get on the dresser." She started to turn around to sit on the edge. "No, on your knees facing the mirror." He helped her to climb up and urged her to balance on the edge with her hands toward the back, near the mirror. His hands slid down her thighs then presses her legs wider. She looks at herself in the mirror. Knees spread wide, waiting . . . He guides himself into her from behind. He then urges her to sit back onto her knees sliding down until his belly was pressed to her ass. He teases her nipples and clit, watching her in the mirror. Her hands slide to his hips, urging him to move. She moans and gasps, her body shaking as the first orgasm overtakes her. . His harsh breathing a counterpoint to the mirror tapping on the wall, keeping time to the fast and hard motions of his body. She pressed back to increase the pressure, his hands moved to grip her hips. She wrapped her fingers around his wrists and her nails bite into his skin lightly. Her thighs tremble as the sensations build. His flesh slaps against hers as the thrusts become harder, faster. "Come with me," he moans in her ear. His teeth bite into her shoulder. Even though his lashes are lowered, he is still watching every reaction.The sensation combined with the sight reflected back at her sends her spiraling into another climax. She mindlessly chants his name. A few heavy strokes later and he grinds his hips to hers, signaling his own finish. His voice is horse as he groans. Panting almost in unison she watches as his hands stroke over her dewey flesh, causing shivers. She turns her head and slides her lips over his. As she draws back, she notices the video camera pointing at them. That's a new twist, she thinks. He sees the direction of her gaze and explains, "I wanted something to take with me to Iraq. It's for when I'm missing you and want to relive being with you." "I guess we'd better fill up the memory card then!" She says with a grin.


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