Thinking about mirror sex with Arnyโฆ
"Look up, my love." His hand comes around and grabs your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him through the mirror. He has you in a teaspooning position, both of you on your knees with your back pressed up against his chest. A hand on your stomach kept you upright and tightly pressed against him. "See how beautiful you look taking my cock."
You writhe against him when he ruts up into you. His hand tightens on your jaw as he takes in your pleasure drunk state in the mirror. Your lips are kiss bitten, cheeks red, baby hairs sticking to your forehead, your chest heaving from the quick breaths you're taking. "You're just my pathetic girl, aren't you?" He leans in to whisper in your ear. "Look at what I've reduced you too and I've barely even started."
You whine his name.
"I know, love." He punctuates his sentence with a sharp thrust. His hand moves from your jaw to wrap around your throat. "Soon." He gives another punctuating thrust. His hips move deliberately, snapping against yours in deep, calculated movements. He's taking his time with you. He wants to reduce you too a whimpering, begging mess.
"Oh, my love." He coos at your loud moans. The hand on your abdomen goes between your thighs. "You've made such a mess." He brushes over your clit with his thumb and you arch your back. "And you're so sensitive." He presses down on your nub a bit harder, each time his thumb circles it he times it with a thrust of his hips.
The hand on your face moves to your back and presses. He leans you over so your chest is pressed into the sheets. "Good." He drags it out. He grabs your hips and pulls them back against his and you moan. You feel him at an even deeper angle than you did before. He gives a few thrusts into you, testing your reaction.
When your whines satisfy him, he pulls your hair and forces you to look at yourself in the mirror. You're bent over in front of him pathetically, your face squished into the mattress, your hair a mess, your eyes glazed over. "Look at yourself baby. Look at how much of a mess you are." He runs one hand up the length of your spine, making sure to press you as far into the mattress as you can go.
He leans over you, his hand releasing your hair to wrap his arm around your throat. Instead of using his hand, he chokes you with his bicep. "Cum for me my love." He whispers in your ear.
He thrusts are sharp and rough while his thumb moves fast over your clit. It's hard to not obey him. You feel your body seize up. "Fuckโ" You moan out his name as you cum.
He coos out your name and kisses your cheek. "Good job, my love." His thrusts start to lose their rhythm and he buries his face in your neck.
He kisses your neck obsessively as he releases inside you. His muffled moans sound vaguely like curse words and your name. His thrusts start to slow until he finally presses himself into you, halting entirely and sighing. You both sit and enjoy your post-orgasam haze.
He releases you from his grasp and pulls out, sitting back on his knees as he watches your shared fluids leak out of you. He uses his fingers to push it fuck it back into you. "So beautiful, my love."
