Well.  Almost.  My eyes were set.  My cock was getting there.

Lake gathered her hair and looked over her shoulder at me as I pulled the zipper down her back.  I didn’t realize what a fucking weakness that was for me until tonight.  Stepping back, I undid my shirt and zipper as she slid the dress down her mouthwatering shape.  I wet my lips.  I was never going to get tired of watching her heeled feet step out of puddles of cloth.  I was never going to get sick of seeing her back arch as she unclasped her bra.  Her body was an entire world of grace for me to admire.

“Off?” She lifted an eyebrow through the mirror.

“You know the answer to that.”

Once her breasts sprang free from their confines, my cock followed suit, and aggressively, as if asking what the hell had taken so long.  Before I could even tell her where to put her hands, she flattened them over the glass.  She leaned forward, curving her back and peering behind, presenting herself to me in a way that seized my last ounce of control.  In one motion, I slid the rubber over my shaft and thrust every inch of myself inside her.  Holy fuck.  My fingers dug in her hips, her sex ripping a ferocious growl from my throat.  Her own sharp gasp breathed back out in the form of a long moan, my name lost somewhere inside it.

“Jesus, Lake, you’re so fucking tight.”  My eyes squeezed shut as I reveled in her wet heat wrapped around my cock like a glove.  I was so fucking lost in instant pleasure that I went fifty full, deep strokes before remembering to take in her reflections.  I opened my eyes to see her hair entwined in my fingers.  I faced the mirror, relished her lip bit hard between her teeth.  I thrust harder just to see her mouth fall wide open.  Goddamn.  Goddamn, did I like it like that.  Getting greedy, I took in the view of her side – the dip of her back, the curve of her ass and the tantalizing bounce of her big, full tits.  One look and she had me in sensory fucking overload.

“Christ, you have no idea how beautiful you are,” I rasped in her ear.  “Look at me.”  With a moan, Lake opened her eyes.  I fisted a handful of her thick waves and stared into those deep pools of gold and green.  Our lips curved in slow, pleasured unison.  Fuck, yes.  I took pride, full-on satisfaction in the way I made her look.  Savored the paradise that glinted nonstop in her eyes as I pushed and pulled inside her, in tune with her, reveling in every twitch of her building orgasm till it gushed over my cock and rocked her whole body.

I took in every view of it.  I watched her curves jiggle, her eyes squeeze shut.  I fed on every second of it as I held her trembling sex tight over my cock.  When she went limp against the mirror and gasped for breath, I pulled her head firmly back and gave her mine, parting her mouth and sweeping my tongue against hers.  Her breath deepened with my kiss.  I was still inside her, still hard as a rock, but I moved slowly, waiting for her to come back to Earth.  And when she did, a new and sultry fire lit her eyes.

“Let me,” she murmured, grabbing my flexed thigh and slowing me to a halt.  I panted.  I was throbbing inside her but I hung onto what fine thread of self-control I had left and stood still for Lake, who flipped her hair to one side and turn to look in the other mirror.

Watching herself, the sexiest look on her face, she moved slowly forward on my cock, straightening her back, sliding herself all the way up to my pulsing tip.  She clenched around me, squeezing till all the sensation in my body rushed to that singular spot.  I let out a brutal groan.  It was torture and bliss.  I was in Heaven and Hell and just as I couldn’t take it anymore, she rammed back down to the base of my shaft.

“Christ, Lake!”

Fuck if I recognized the sounds that came out of my mouth.  They were savage, guttural as she circled hips, grinding backwards against me.  I growled every filthy word under the sun as I stared down in awe at her pussy fucking my cock.  Her unreal body was showing me the true meaning of pure ecstasy and all I had to do was stand there and watch.  I stared down at Lake, hips flexed, abs tight and fingers thrust in my hair as she downright fucking spoiled me.  It was unreal – sight, sound and sensation as we figured out a new favorite position together.  She was turning herself on and I had no idea I could be so still yet feel so good.  I could stand there and watch all day.  Hell, I tried.  I was ready to cum ages ago but I staved off my orgasm to buy all the time I could because Lake was giving me a fucking show – the most incredible one I’d seen or felt in my life – and I wasn’t going to be the one to end it.  Only when she came again did I finish with an explosion inside her, breathing deep into the back of her neck with every hot burst of pleasure that pierced through her.  Our bodies pressed against each other as we panted.  Her breasts shook in my hands as I squeezed them, both of us trying but failing to come back to Earth.

When we finally did, we lay on the floor.  I watched her doze off on my chest – the only time she ever looked like an innocent angel.  I smirked and she pouted something incoherent but defensive because she knew I was laughing her, but then, of course, she fell asleep.  And as I watched her, the empty space felt a thousand times fuller than any other room in the house.

Chapter Ten

Lake

A week later, I was still riding the high of being with Callum.

It carried me so far off my feet that I barely understood how I’d gotten from his building in TriBeCa to the Flatiron District.  It felt like I’d left the house five minutes ago.  Maybe I floated there.  Whatever it was, I didn’t care.  I was just happy and I didn’t remember what it was like to feel this way.  That first night in the empty room with Callum had been the kind of perfect that I had to keep reminding myself was real.  And when I did, I’d feel my heart actually lift with the thrill of knowing that it was.

The next day, we walked around FIT, where I went to college for three years.  We had lunch before going fabric shopping and leaving the store with yards and yards of silk, leather and jersey.  As we passed by my old dorm, we looked up in unison to stare at my old window.  I could’ve sworn I still saw his initials written in my nail polish on the fire escape.  That fire escape.  It wasn’t any ordinary one and I knew Callum remembered why from the way I looked back down to find him grinning.

I was guilty but grateful when he rescheduled work meetings for me.  “Don’t worry.  Oz is due to work some overtime,” he laughed.  The amount of time Callum made for me had me feeling so pampered.  And important.  What time we didn’t spend together still served the purpose of us being together.  I went shopping for lingerie to surprise him with.  We went through the measures to lose the condoms.  I booked my first Brazilian in ages.  Despite the fact that I had my own bed, I found that he topped his own with some of the down pillows I preferred to his hard ones.

On Friday, Isabel delivered my things from her place and helped me unpack in my room down the hall from Callum’s.  But she kept laughing as she hung up what little clothes I had in the closet.  “It’s just so silly to keep all your things here when you don’t even stay here.”  It was true.  I stayed with him.  It had been a wordless agreement between Callum and myself.  The night after having sex in the empty room, we’d finished a few bottles of wine on the balcony and I’d ambled drunkenly to my own bedroom to brush my teeth, change and pass out.  But the second I turned off the light and got into bed, it switched back on and I saw Callum shaking his head at me, eyelids heavy and smirking with amusement.  He climbed onto my body, kissed me deeply for several minutes and then smiled as he murmured, “This isn’t where you sleep.”  Then he lifted me out of bed and carried me down the hall.  I’d slept every night of the week with him since.