Bath - Part Two

He lives in an old apartment, decorated in style, in a lovely old house, near the Royal Crescent.

Water splashes on the bathroom’s black and while tiles. She locks her legs around his waist while he cups her buttocks in his hands to bring her closer. He entwineshis fingers in her long wet hair, she gasps when he pulls her head back to devour her neck. His lips gently bite her earlobe, she coils against his shoulder; lustful half closed eyes get a glimpse of their reflection in the fogged bathroom mirror, over his glistening shoulder. ……… “Fuck me!” Her hips swivel down on his shaft, she impales herself to the brim, a moment suspended in time, her mouth wide open, almost in surprise, her eyes closed. She wraps her arms around him, whispering “Fuck me slowly, make me scream”. As she moves her hips in swirls and slides on his soapy skin, kissing and sucking his neck, his chest and nipples, in sloppy noises, she steels a glance of them in the mirror through the running water drops. His hands on her waist impose the rhythm, faster, harder. He closes his blue eyes, unaware of their image behind him. She cries out of pleasure, she likes what she feels, what she sees. Both their voices become louder, she can feel him reaching all her sensitive spots in powerful thrusts. She knows he is about to cum, she tells him “not yet, wait for me”. He grabs her face and kisses her savagely, moaning as he bites her lower lip, then cups a breast and suckles her nipple. Their guttural moans fill the room, there is barely any water left in the tub.

She loved what she saw in the mirror.