“You okay?” Adam asked, between kisses. “That was all pretty intense, huh?”
“I’m fine – I was terrified for a while! But I’m delighted you’ve got your brother back.”
“Me too. Though, right now, I’m happy to be here with my girl.”
Amy chuckled and kissed him hard. The décor of Tariq’s guest room was old fashioned and baroque – probably something his late Persian parents had been responsible for. It was cold and dusty in here, and it reminded Amy of a huge circus tent, with oak beams, heavy gilded furniture, and a massive full-length mirror at the opposite end of the huge double bed.
Adam shuffled up to recline against the iron-slatted headboard as they continued to kiss frantically, so Amy hitched up her skirt and crawled on top of him, feeling her body surge with lust. He gripped her thighs and eased her skirt up to her butt, exposing her panties to the mirror behind.
“Hmm, nice ass, Ms Carter,” he said, glancing at her reflection.
Amy turned to look, too, and she grinned. Seeing herself in the mirror like that shot molten lust between her thighs. It was empowering to see how sexy she was. She’d never realised it before. Adam had brought out her inner beauty and it was now shining through.
She turned back to face him and purred, half-closing her eyes and posing like a supermodel. He chuckled and reached out to unbutton her shirt, then he stripped it down from her shoulders, exposing her bra. Amy rubbed herself against him as she started to get excited. He unhooked her bra and pushed it out the way, then he leaned forward and sucked her nipple. Powerful lust struck her and she gasped. She ground herself over the glorious
erection in his trousers, desperate to get her panties off so she could feel him deep inside.
“Patience, naughty little thing,” he said, licking her tits hungrily.
He reached his fingers around and ran them over her ass, then he slid his fingers down inside her panties, easing them into her pussy, making her gasp. He looked away from her breasts and checked their reflection in the mirror behind her. He smiled satisfactorily. Amy felt proud and excited. They were their own porn stars.
Amy reached down to unzip Adam’s flies, then she tugged out his straining erection, which she massaged slowly. Adam’s eyes scrunched up and he exhaled.
“You’re so fucking hot, Amy.”
She leaned over and kissed him. “I want to watch us fucking each other in the mirror.”
Adam grinned and nodded in approval. Amy made a show of dismounting, then – after she’d peeled off her panties – she climbed back on his lap with her back facing him. She lifted her hips and arched her spine, offering him her ass and pussy, and swaying her hips in his face. Feeling like a sensual pussycat, she threw him a smouldering glance over her shoulder, then turned and lowered her face down to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock. It tasted salty, and she licked up the pre-cum, before plunging it into her mouth.
Adam’s strong hands fell around her hips and he pulled her ass towards his face, then ran his tongue inside the opening of her pussy, flicking her clit and darting his tongue into her wetness. She’d never sixty-nined with a guy before, but this erotic – slightly dirty – sensation was fabulous. It was a pleasure to suck Adam’s powerful cock, while he licked her into pleasurable delight from behind.
She glanced at him over her shoulder again. “Feels so good...”
He slapped her on the ass. “Perfect. Your wonderful tush is in my face, I can lick your tight little pussy, and I can watch your lips sucking my cock in the mirror.”
Amy got the hint and turned to take his cock in her mouth again, glancing into the reflection with a sultry gaze. He moved one hand away from her hip and eased his fingers deep inside her wet pussy. She gasped and enjoyed the thrill of seeing her own reactions in the mirror. This was the most sensuous thing she’d ever done, and her pussy strained with a yearning for him thrust her into ecstasy.
She glanced over her shoulder again and shot Adam a smutty smile. “I’m ready to ride you – fancy some reverse cowgirl?”
He slapped her ass firmly, making her gasp. “Such a naughty little cowgirl,” he said. “Ride me hard.”
He guided her hips down towards his waiting hard-on. She lowered herself over him, relishing the thrill of his glorious cock filling her deeply. Adam used his strong hands to grind her in the perfect rhythm, and she leaned her hands on his thighs, sitting up straight, to push herself back and forth. She caught a glimpse of her semi-clad body in the mirror – her breasts were plump with arousal and peeking out from under her undone bra and shirt. Her skirt was pushed up high over her hips, and Adam’s cock was filling her up. She felt trashy, sexy, and powerful. She rode him faster and harder, amazed at her own sexual confidence – this was the woman she’d always wanted to be. In control, having fun, and feeling great.
She continued to move her hips in the sensual rhythm as Adam reached down and gently eased open her butt cheeks to insert the tip of his finger into her rim. She gasped, suddenly feeling completely filled up. She groaned like an animal as the overwhelming pre-orgasm tension gripped her. She floated there for a moment of ecstasy, suspended in time, ready to freefall into oblivion, then Adam spanked her hard on the ass and the orgasm caught. She could sense him craning around to watch them fucking in the mirror, which enhanced her own arousal even further, but she couldn’t keep her own eyes open as the glory overwhelmed her.
The waves of pleasure swept over her and she lost all sense of her surroundings, coming loudly and experiencing the best orgasm she’d ever had. Her world contained nothing but sparkling bliss and filthy lust. She was a powerful lioness, lapping up all the treasures that nature had lovingly supplied. She skimmed along on the crest of the wave of delight for what seemed like an eternity, but the intensity gradually faded – as it always did – and she slowly drifted back to the room, to find Adam gazing at her in the mirror. He was grinning with adulation. Amy caught sight of her own rosy cheeks and peaceful expression in the reflection and laughed.
He chuckled, too. “You’re fucking hot, Amy Carter. And I fucking love you.”
Amy froze. Did he just say that? She didn’t dare ask, so she threw him a grin, then eased his cock out from inside of her, and wriggled around to snuggle into his waiting arms. They grinned into each other’s eyes and he squeezed her tight.
“That was amazing,” Amy said. “I’ve never experienced anything like it.”
Adam kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “The same could be said for you.”
Amy smiled and allowed herself to believe him. Contentment flowed inside her, as they lay there together in the fading light, feeling fuzzy and warm. They both drifted into a light sleep, snoozing in each other’s arms, until Ivan came and awoke them.
It was time to destroy the prototype.