She’d have left him standing if he weren’t so damned tall, but he had more than an extra foot on her own five feet three inches, and she didn’t want his cock poking her in the back or even her ass. She wanted it between her legs. Right where it belonged.
She released his hard, veined shaft so he could sink to the floor behind her. She squatted over him and leaned her back against his chest. “Don’t let me fall,” she said.
He held her thighs and used his chest as leverage as she suspended her crotch over his cock. She positioned him so the shaft was nestled in her seam and his enlarged head pressed against her clit. His dick looked even more erotic nestled there than she had imagined it would. She massaged her clit with her fingers while at the same time teasing his cock’s sensitive head. In the mirror, Eric’s gaze was riveted to what she was doing between her legs, but she was watching his lean face. She loved that heavy-lidded enraptured look he got when he was turned on. And if his expression was any indication, he liked the way his cock looked buried in her folds as much as she did.
As her excitement built, she couldn’t stop her hips from rocking into her hand. The slight motion of her pussy rubbing his length was apparently driving Eric insane because he began to rock with her, sliding his length against her, his cockhead bumping against her fingertips with every forward motion. She flattened her palm against the underside of his cock and pressed it up against her sensitive clit, rocking harder to use his rim to get off. The tip of his cock appeared each time she rocked back and disappeared from view when she shifted forward.
“Oh,” she gasped. “That feels good.” Much better than her fingers had felt. The thick ridge of his shaft rubbing her from front to back made her crave deep penetration.
“Can’t take it,” Eric said, sucking air into his lungs. “Need. Inside.”
He moved her forward, and she lost her balance. She caught herself with her hands against the mirror and drew an excited breath through her teeth as Eric reached between them and slipped just inside her. He inched forward on his knees to find a better position and surged upward, burying himself deep. When she glanced down, she could see everything in the mirror. His thick, glistening shaft disappeared into her swollen pussy as he thrust into her, and then it reappeared as he withdrew. Watching him take her was almost as hot as hearing it, but not nearly as fantastic as feeling both her body stretch to accommodate him and the maddening friction that rubbed her just right deep inside.
“Can you see?” she asked, unable to take her eyes off the joining of their bodies. Off the way her pussy swallowed his rigid length. Off his flesh glistening with her fluids as he claimed her over and over again. She could also see her name inked on his lower belly, and seeing her brand on his skin made watching him fuck her even hotter.
Eric shifted his head slightly to the side, and his hot breath bathed the back of her shoulder as it came out in an excited gasp.
“I can now,” he said. “Fuck, baby. There is nothing more beautiful in this world than your pussy stuffed with my cock.”
Apparently being able to watch himself move inside her inspired all sorts of pleasing motions in his slim hips. Her body adjusted to him, her lips and folds stretching as he filled her and churned, pulled back and filled her again at a different angle. Her legs began to tremble from holding a crouched position for so long, but damn, it turned her on to watch him work her pussy into a frenzy. Her excitement built. And built. Higher. Higher.
“Oh God, Eric,” she groaned, rocking to meet his thrusts now. Wanting to come. “Oh please. Fuck me harder.”
His motions became more vigorous, making her tits bounce with each penetrating thrust.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She didn’t realize she was mewling with pleasure until Eric whispered, “Need a little help?”
She nodded, and he released her thigh to stroke her clit. She cried out at once, unable to hold in the sound, and came so hard, her fluids gushed down his cock and trickled onto his balls. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around him, driving him, coaxing him, sending him over the edge to join her in bliss.
Eric grunted. His cock twitched as he buried himself deep and let go. She saw his shaft jerk in the mirror and felt it move inside her.
Oh God.
Legs trembling, she forced herself to kneel. Eric slipped out of her—a pity—but she couldn’t hold that crouched pose for another second.
“Love you,” he murmured against the nape of her neck, remembering Mark Antony’s sole purpose in life and moving his hands to hold her breasts and stroke her sensitized nipples.
“Love you too.”
“You shouldn’t lie to me on our wedding day,” he said, nibbling her ear and making the back of her neck tingle.
“I didn’t lie to you,” she said, scowling. “I do love you!”
“Not that. You said you weren’t going to charm my snake until after the wedding. And, baby, my snake was fully charmed.”
She chuckled. “I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice full of as much sincerity as she could muster. “I promise I’ll never lie to you again.”
“Apology accepted.” He winked at her and gave her a squeeze. “Will you lie to me about kissing my asp too? Please.”
“You don’t expect me to go back on another promise, do you?” she teased. “I want you to be able to trust my word.”
“I do trust your word. You said there’d be snake charming and asp kissing after the wedding, and I know you’ll keep that promise.”