Namirsolo

Still kissing, you hurriedly undress each other. After your shirt comes off, while you are unhooking your bra, Shane's mouth is all over your cleavage. His lips find your nipple as soon as it's exposed, sucking it once while dragging his teeth over it. This sends a thrill down your spine and you close your eyes focusing on the sensation of it. He continues to suck on your nipple as he uses the other hand to tease your neglected nipple.

Without warning, he stands up and grabs your shoulders, turning you around to face the bed and shoving you onto it, face first. Then he hauls your head up by your hair. Gasping, you catch sight of your own reflection as he pulls you back by your hips onto your hands and knees. You’ve landed facing the wall mirror. In the reflection across from you you look depraved- neck flushed red with desire, nipples hard and ready for more attention. Behind you, Shane climbs onto the bed and yanks harder on your hair, causing you to cry out in pain. He forces you onto your haunches in front of him. Kissing your shoulder, he drags his mouth over your sensitive skin all the way up to your ear, causing a low moan to escape your lips.

“Look at you,” he whispers in your ear, voice raspy, hot breath tickling your flesh and sending a shudder down your spine. He points to the mirror opposite you, where the reflection of both of you stares back.

“Spread your knees. C’mon,” he commands, slapping your inner thigh with his palm. It stings, but also sends a wave of arousal through you. You love it when he hurts you. Obediently, you slide your legs apart, exposing the most vulnerable part of yourself to the air, his gaze, and the mirror. You appear absolutely depraved, pussy on full display.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s my good girl.” His hand trails down your stomach and between your legs. It’s not enough to have your legs spread, no. After gliding his hand past your clit, he forks his fingers and spreads your lips as well until you can see pink, glistening with your slick. “Look how wet you are for me. This tight little cunt.”

And you are. It’s so fucking hot watching him look at you hungrily. And the look on his face as his eyes focus on the reflection is predatory. His lips tease along your neck. You’re struck by the contrast between his big, manly hands and your softness. How does he fit those long fingers inside of you, you wonder as they tease the delicate skin of your inner thighs. He slides a finger in, strokes once, and then moves it to your clit instead. “I like this. Bet we can find an angle so I can see my cock disappear in you, too.”

His deft fingers brush over your clit. You groan aloud, hips tilting against his hand as if they have a mind of their own. It’s not enough and you whimper aloud. In the mirror, he grins devilishly. Then he finally starts to circle your clit, electric pleasure shocking through you.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he directs as he slaps your ass. Obediently, you push forward and before you’re completely into position, he has already straddled your legs and his cock is nudging against your pussy. He teases your entrance with the broad head of his cock for a moment and then with one merciless stroke, he sheathes himself fully inside of you.

“Fuck!” This is far from the first time he’s been inside of you, but you’ve never gotten used to how big he is and how deliciously he stretches you. You struggle to keep the arch in your back as he starts to thrust, but your knees already feel as if they will give out; his cock is undoing you. Gradually between strokes of his cock, he leans more of his weight on you until he’s guided you to lie on your stomach.

“Look.” He forces your eyeline toward the mirror again, by pushing your chin up with a hand. The sight makes your pussy clamp down on his cock. His arm rests on the bed perpendicular to your body, bent at the elbow, as he grips your mouth. The position of his arm causes the muscle of his bicep to bulge almost obscenely. Watching this is so erotic it feels as if you might lose your mind. He’s a vision of raw, masculine power. He makes you look small with his pure bulk as he slams into you over and over. You can smell the scent of his skin, hear his animalistic grunts. But the best part is the intense look on his face, like he’s gone primal for you. This is what attracted you to Shane in the first place- the sheer intensity of him. Some might say he was unpredictable and scary, but for you, he’s intoxicating, exciting.

No one has ever fucked you like this, with such reckless abandon, such need. Andrea had once referred to him as unhinged. Well, he might not be able to fuck the crazy out, but you will certainly let him try.

When he pulls out abruptly, you worry he’s run out of steam or that he’s not into it anymore. But he uses his hand to tap his cock against the back of your thigh.

“Uh uh… we’re not done. You wanna see my ass?” He gestures for you to flip over onto your back and forces your legs apart as he slides into you effortlessly again.

On your back, you can see the mirror above, a mouth-watering view of his body. Broad shoulders and powerful back, tapering to his perfectly formed ass. Watching the mechanics of this, how his muscles work together to thrust into you is both fascinating and riveting. It’s overwhelming, the sensation of him deep inside of you combined with the mouth-watering vision in the mirror.

“This is what you wanted, huh?” His voice has gone feral; it sounds even raspier than it usually does. You wrap your legs around him, but he drives his arms under your knees, bending one leg and then the other over his shoulders. Now you’re bent in half, forced into the bed with each of his thrusts. Sweat from his chest drips onto your chin and you grin, looking into his eyes. “Wouldn’t wanna block your view, princess.” He’s obviously loving this- his chance to be objectified, to get a taste of what women experience. You could tell him it’s no picnic when it’s never-ending, but turning the tables on him this way feels exhilarating and you’re not about to spoil the fun.

“Watch me fuck you. Watch your man take you.” He punctuates each word with another pivot of his hips, changing the angle periodically, responding to how your moans change with each new positioning. The force of it shakes the bedframe and you wonder if it might break. The sound of your coupling fills the room, flesh meeting flesh. Then suddenly, he slows, stretching into long, almost lazy strokes. Your nails drag down his back, eliciting a moan from him. He’s so deep inside of you now it’s difficult to discern where you end and he begins. You wish it could be like this all of the time, that he’d never stop touching you, never pull out of you.

You watch his ass in the mirror as he fucks you, feeling absolutely filthy knowing you’re objectifying him. And somehow that turns you on even more. It’s not something you would normally feel comfortable doing, but sex with Shane is always like this- boundary pushing and thrilling.

“Are you gonna cum for me? Huh?” He growls in your ear, making your pussy clench on his cock. “Mmm… yeah. C’mon. Come on my cock, baby.” In the reflection, your eyes lock on his body and with one more stroke, you fall apart. White hot pleasure sparks through you as you bite down on his shoulder. “Fuuck,” he groans loudly as spills inside of you, bucking his hips in short strokes. Gradually, his breathing slows and he rests on top of you, careful to balance most of his weight on his elbows on the bed beside you.

“Holy shit,” you breathe. “Just… holy shit.”

“Yeah, that about sums it up.” He rolls off of you and stretches his arms, resting his hands behind his head. Time to cuddle is limited, so you snuggle into him, putting your head on his chest where you can hear his heartbeat. He brings one arm down to stroke your hair. You stay like that for a few precious minutes before reality sets back in. “Alright, sweetheart, we need to get out of here with some supplies ‘fore we piss Rick off going back empty-handed.”

You groan in protest, but roll off the bed and get up to get dressed. There’s a tenderness between your legs you will definitely feel for a while- a reminder of your passionate interlude. “We are going to have to hang mirrors like this when we finally settle on a place to live.”

Shane looks at you, shaking his head as he laughs. “Yeah? Well, maybe we will. Most women would be talkin’ about picket fences and kitchen space, but not you.”

“Nope,” you agree. Having finished dressing, you try to brush past Shane, but he grabs you and pulls you in for a kiss.

“Now c’mon,” he says. “Time to get back to work. Tell you what, if you find more food than I do, I’ll let my hair grow out like you’ve been askin’ me to.” You’ve missed his curls ever since he shaved his head and this has been a point of contention between you.

“Promise?”