Now, you're forced to be face to face with your dishevelled appearance– eyes blown out wide and chest heaving as you watch Paige's two fingers rub at your clit in slow slow circles which are enough to make your hips shift, ass pressing back into her. Her grip against your stomach tightens, blunt nails digging into your skin.

"Quit moving," her lips are against the shell of your ear, breath fanning over your skin. "Or I'll stop."

You struggle to read if she's teasing or being serious, especially given the fact that you've been sat in the same position for the past 15 minutes. Your gaze flickers up to her face and she's already staring at you, brows furrowed as she focuses on making you feel good.

It's always a struggle to see who'll cave in first– if Paige's head will drop between your legs first or if you'll turn to her, straddling her lap as you whine in her ear that you want to cum for her.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No." it's measly, the way the word leaves you. You feel weak but part of you enjoys it– enjoys the way she can so easily take you apart and put you back together again.

The hand on your stomach trails down to your thigh, pushing your legs apart wider and trapping them underneath her own. You're spread out and it's embarrassing but you find it hard to care when Paige's fingers slip between your folds, soaking wet as she rubs her fingers back and forth, back and forth until you can hear how wet you are, see your pussy practically glistening back at you in the mirror.

"Fuck," her lips part as she breathes out, chest heaving against your back as she watches her fingers working you in the mirror. "You're so fucking sexy."

Before you can stop yourself, you're covering her hand with yours as you push her fingers inside you. The stretch isn't too much but she's not exactly giving you the chance to adjust before she's thrusting, fingers curling as her thumb moves to press against your clit.

"Good, huh?" her voice is low, quiet against the back of your ear.

"Mhm," you nod, fingers digging into her thigh beside you as you struggle to hold yourself together. "so good."

She keeps her gaze focused on your cunt, watching as her fingers slip in and out of you. The sound is wet and messy, her other hand is pressed against your thigh and her touch is like fire, burning into your skin and keeping you held open. You're staring at her in the mirror, eyes so wide you feel like they might pop out of your head.

She's starting to sweat, you feel it against your back and see it beading on her hairline. You know she's getting off on this too, probably soaking through her boxers right now; always the giver.

You start to feel that familiar feeling below your stomach, the cord tightening as Paige fucks into you faster, harder, wet sounds practically now echoing around her room as you whine out into the air. The hand that was on your thigh snaps up to your jaw, clammy fingers pressing hard into your skin.

"Sshhh." her lips press against your cheek, soft kisses left against the heated skin. You feel like you're suffocating, eyes screwed shut as you climb higher and higher.

"Look," she murmurs, and you do, nodding as your eyes open slowly.

Your neck is strained, Paige's grip on your jaw keeping you in place as you do as she says, eyes heavy as you watch your reflections. You flicker between Paige's face and her fingers fucking into you, toes curling at the sheer dirtiness of it all. Her fingers slip out of you entirely to opt for solely rubbing at your clit, fingers sliding around messily from how wet she’d made you.

Your thighs start to tremble and you know Paige notices it because you hear her scoff in the back of her throat, knowing. "Y’wanna cum?"

A wrecked sob leaves you. "Yes, yes—"

"Say please."

"Please make me cum, please."

She doesn't utter another word, just rubs tight circles against your clit harder, faster until you’re panting. You catch her face in the mirror; jaw clenched and cheeks flushed and she’s watching your face, eyes hooded and just like that it's over, legs fighting to shut against her hand as you cry out, voice cracking at the sheer pleasure and pussy clenching around nothing as you fall apart.

The hand on your jaw presses against your mouth, muffling your noises as you sob into her palm. Her nose drags against your cheek and you think she’s talking you through it but you can’t hear her over your own cries. Her other hand doesn’t slow, riding you through it with slow circles until your hips are canting up against her hand.

"P," a trembling hand wraps around her wrist, pulse heavy against your fingertips as you look for a reprieve you’re not even sure you want.

"Wan' me to stop?"

You can't find it in you to say no, not when you look at her in the mirror again and she's looking at you with those eyes. You falter for a second and that's enough for Paige to know you're not done. She slips out from behind you and you whimper at the loss of her warmth behind you.

She settles between your legs, nudging you backwards until your shoulders hit the mattress. Paige spreads you open again, blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she leans down.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, mostly to herself more than anything, hungry gaze roaming over your pussy and the smeared release across your inner thighs. She bites her lip, a low appreciative moan vibrating in her throat. "Look so good.”

You want to say something, respond and tell her she looks good too but the words get stuck in your throat. All you can do is whimper in response, hips shifting restlessly under her gaze.

Then she’s leaning down, body sliding down the bed until she's flat on her stomach. Her hands hook under your thighs and pull you closer, toned arms bracing your thighs open enough for her to dive in.

Her tongue runs flat over you, dipping inside of your pussy and dragging up to your clit, once, twice as though she's licking you clean. she's moaning into you, vibrations running through your body.

You crane your neck up just enough to look ahead in the mirror, almost startled at your own dishevelled appearance. You're soon distracted by the sight of Paige between your legs, blonde hair trailing down her back. You watch her work with hazy eyes, muscles tensing and flexing underneath her skin with the effort of keeping your legs apart.

Your head thuds back against the mattress and you let your eyes slip shut, hands finding home in Paige's hair. "Shit, you're so— fuck."

You feel her chuckle against you more than you hear it and it makes you whimper, hips canting up towards her as she pulls your clit into your mouth and sucks hard, tongue flicking across as she pulls back.

"So wet," she murmurs, more to herself than anything.

"For you." you manage to say, voice shaking.

Good response, she thinks. Her right hand leaves its place on your thigh and slips between your legs, three fingers slipping through your folds and pushing in all the way to the last knuckle. Despite her already having her fingers inside of you earlier it's still a slight stretch, pussy pulsing around her digits.

Paige leans her head on your inner thigh, eyes hooded as she watches herself finger you, pressing and curling inside of you. Your pussy squelches against her with every curl of her fingers.

"Fuck, I love this pussy," Paige's voice cracks as she says it, eyes not leaving the way your pussy swallows her fingers. "So good to me."

Before you can register what she's said she's got her lips wrapped around your clit again, tongue circling the bud as her fingers fuck into you harder.

Your thighs start to quiver again, stomach tightening and toes curling as you pull at Paige's roots in attempt to ground yourself. It feels different this time, like your orgasm is going to swallow you whole. "Oh shit–fuck, Paige," you're patting at her head, not certain if you're trying to pull her off you or push her in closer.

The blonde makes that decision for you. She groans against you, knowing, fingers pumping in and out of you as she massages your clit with her tongue. Her eyes flutter open and you're already staring down at her, your expression enough to make her cum alone.

"Don't stop–fuck," your eyes are shut now, the image of Paige between your legs too much to handle. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum." the words tumble out of your mouth as though you can't get them out quick enough.

You feel Paige’s mouth pull away and panic surges through your chest, lips parting to protest—Why? Why now?—until you hear it; the distinct ptu of her spit hitting your clit. It trails down, mixing with your arousal, sliding over your folds and further down to where her fingers are buried inside you. It drips lower, toward your ass before soaking into the sheets.

Your breath hitches in your chest but Paige is leaning forward again before you can complain at the loss of her mouth on you, finding your clit again with a hunger that makes your head spin. She’s relentless with it, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, teasing it as her fingers curl deep inside, pressing against that perfect spot. You think you might actually die, hands tightening in her hair as you pull her in. Her head shakes against your pussy, moaning into you and the chord snaps.

"Fu-uck," it comes out as a cry from the depths of your chest, orgasm pulling you under as your back arches and heels kick against Paige's back as she fights to hold you down. “Yeah, fuck—yes, yes, yes,” you chant breathlessly, voice breaking as the pleasure overwhelms you. Tears sting at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision as your muscles spasm, body trembling from the force of your orgasm.

Paige finally pulls back, her mouth and chin slick and glistening, and she stares up at you, nothing short of amazed. You look completely wrecked—head thrown back, chest heaving as you gasp for breath, your body still shaking. She clambers over you, hands wiping against the sheets as she comes face to face with you.

“Damn, you're a mess,” she murmurs softly, almost like she hadn't been the one to do this to you. Her hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing away the stray tears that streak your hot skin. She's gentle, as though you'll break if she touches you too hard.

Paige leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, but the sensation is slick and sticky. You wince at the feeling, brows furrowing and her lips twitch in a small smile as she pulls back.

“Sorry,” she laughs softly, a breathless sound, before she rubs the residue away with her thumb. “better?”

You nod weakly, still struggling to catch your breath, and a glimmer of amusement dances in her eyes. She licks her lips, a playful smirk forming. “So,” she whispers, voice low and teasing as she holds herself up above you, “out of ten?”

"Maybe a 4?"

"Okay, fuck you!"