“Which way do you want it?” he asks.
I smile, amused, the effect of the alcohol finally waning.
Good habits die hard. He’s still following our script.
“Any way you like it.”
“Do you mind watching?”
“Not at all,” I say.
He bends me over the sink, my reflection smiling at me. My eyes go to his face. Eyes swimming with lust, he can’t keep his gaze off my butt. He lifts my dress over my rear, pulls my panties down, and finally lifts his gaze.
Our eyes meet in the mirror as he pulls his hard cock out and gives it a smooth tug.
“Don’t start teasing me now, Abel.”
He rolls a condom down.
“No teasing, baby,” he says, giving me a grin.
“Just do it hard...” I say and feel him sliding into me. “The way I want it… Argh!”
My voice bounces against the walls.
He pulls back and roots himself in me again, granting my wish, and filling me to the brim.
My cock sabbatical is finally coming to an end.
Like right now.
Fuck you, Jaden.
With this last thought, I let myself be absorbed by the man behind me.
Observing me through his lashes, he yanks his shirt open.
Silky, dark hair shadows his chest.
He likes my eyes on him, his hardness pulsing in my core.
I smile and bite my lip.
He grins as well.
Hovering over me, he peels my dress off my shoulders and scoops my breasts out before giving them a good kneading.
I curve my back and push against him, the pleasure spinning harder inside me.
A moment later, he straightens his back, looks down, and grabs my ass while plunging into me.
“I fucking missed you,” he says, thrusting hard.
Our eyes lock in the mirror again, and I see it in his gaze. He’s always had more for me than a throbbing cock.
Pleasure rolls through me in waves, followed quickly by regret. I close my eyes and try to push them to the side. This is not the time for it.
His grip hardens as he plunges into me.