Chapter 17

I pointed and said, “It’s through there.”

He grabbed my pointing hand and pulled me off the bed and into the bathroom. My belly fluttered all over again.

“Wow, that’s quite the mirror. I like it.”

He pulled me in front of him, both of us facing it. The dreaded mirror that haunted me every morning. I was too exposed and tried to move away but he held me in place.

I watched his face in the mirror. His hands traveled over me, along the curve of my hips and the swell of my breasts, Jay’s eyes following wherever his hands went. He looked into the reflection of my eyes and we held each other’s gaze.

“You have the most perfect body,” he said.

I swallowed at the comment and watched in the mirror as my cheeks reddened.

“Mm,” I muttered, the noise a noncommittal acknowledgement.

“I sure would love to see you in some pretty lingerie.”

My breath quickened at his words, and I had to look away before any tears had the chance to form in my eyes. How was he saying these things? Was he looking into the same mirror as me?

“We should shower,” I said and pulled myself to the tub. I turned on the water and pulled the lever to send the water spraying out of the shower head.

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Without letting go of each other, we climbed over the edge of the tub and stood in the spray. We took turns sudsing each other up. I paid special attention to his beautiful cock, and it hardened under my touch. I grabbed it and stroked as he leaned and found my mouth with his lips. His tongue explored my mouth, languorous and unhurried, like he was drinking me in.

His cock swelled even harder in my hand, and I broke off our kiss to look at it. Huge and beckoning me, I looked up at Jay and smiled before kneeling. Water pelted down on my head, splashing into my eyes and mouth as I kissed and licked the shaft but I didn’t care. I opened wide and took it into my mouth, pressing my tongue against the underside of his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down over it. Jay ran his fingers through my sopping hair and held my head to guide my pace.

I wanted nothing more than to taste him, to have his cum fill my mouth. I moved faster, willing the cock’s eruption.

“Easy,” Jay said. His hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me up.

“Why did you stop me?”

“So I can bury my cock in your pussy.”

He flicked off the water and lifted me over the side of the tub. Water dripped from our bodies, and I reached for a towel. But he pushed my hand away from the towel and nudged me along until I was standing back in front of the mirror.

As he had done before we’d gotten into the shower, he stood behind me. This time he was fully erect, and in no time he was spreading my lips and guiding his cock into me. I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations. My hands flew up and rested on the glass to keep me upright.

“Open your eyes,” he said.

I opened my eyes, and looked to his eyes, but they were busy roaming over my wet body. My nipples had hardened from the coolness of the air, and he reached a hand around to squeeze them.

All the while his cock kept thrusting into me, my pussy beginning to jitter. Another orgasm was about to overtake me.

“Fuck,” he said, his voice loud and forceful. In the same breath, he’d ripped his cock from me and now clutched the end of it in his fist.

I watched for a few moments, assuming he had cum. After a few breaths, he let go of his cock and picked me up, carried me into the bedroom and dropped me onto the bed. The condom box was still sitting on my bedside table, and he took one out and rolled it down his erect cock. He lay on the bed, nudging himself between my legs. Once again, his cock was at my entrance, and he guided it in, pushing with his hips until he was deep inside me.

I rested my hands on his ass and filled with delight each time his ass muscles clenched and unclenched as he pushed into me. Sensations of joy filled my body, and I tilted my pelvis to make his pubic bone grind against my clit.

I moaned as orgasmic waves washed over me. He grunted and groaned and thrust deep into me before collapsing in his own orgasm. Once again we found ourselves lying side by side and staring up at my bedroom ceiling.

“So much for the shower,” I said.

“I thought it was a pretty good shower.”

“But then we got all sweaty again.”

He looked at me, grinning and said, “I guess we’ll have to have another one.”

Jay was so gorgeous I couldn’t help but trace my finger along his face. He let me, and stayed motionless while my finger moved over his chin, his cheekbones. I ran it along the bridge of his nose. A sense of déjà vu gave me goose bumps. My finger ran along each of his dark eyebrows until it reached his hairline.