Page 42 of Under The Meh-stletoe

A slow, wolfish smile took over his lips. "Oh, I see. That's an idea."

He got up, his erection big and straining against his black boxers. He opened the closet doors further, all the way back against the shelves, so they formed a two-panel wall of mirrors. He stood back to check the results.

"Can you see your whole body?" he asked.

"Yes. I want to see what you'll do to me."

He groaned. "Deal. But first…" He dug around in one of the open shelves in his closet, looking for something— after a moment, he came out with a closed box of condoms he threw to the head of the bed. "You're staying the night, right?"

"Right. I see what you meant by taking your time."

"Uh-huh. So… will you stay?"

I bit my lip. "Yes."

"Good. Now, where were we?" He wasted no time climbing on top of me again. "Yeah, this."

He grabbed my breast in his hand, holding it firm. My nipple stood out, brown and pebbled. We both stared at it in the mirror, before Daniel licked it deliberately. His soft, pink tongue lapped at it. I moaned.

"I could get used to this." He sucked my nipple into his mouth. His reflection looked focused, intent.

"I wouldn't get to see this without those mirrors. I didn't know I'd like a new point of view this much."

"Let's see what else we like."

He took turns with my breasts, my neck, until all I wanted to do was close my eyes and get lost in the sensation. But I would open my eyes and melt all over again, at the way he seemed to focus on me, my skin, and get pleasure out of it.

He rubbed his erection on my sex. "What else shall we do, Ale?"

"I can't think." The words came out tremulous out of my throat. "Do you have ideas?"

"I planned a few things as I sucked on your nipples. Want to hear it?"

"No. Show me."

"Even better."

He sat on the edge of the bed and guided me to sit on his lap. My body was so soft that he had to help me, and I had to lean on him. My back to his torso, he placed my legs on top of his, my feet hanging on the outside. It opened my knees wider than his, held in place by his thighs.

I was on display in front of the mirrors.

"Do you have any idea how hot you look?" he asked.

Our reflection mesmerized me. His eyes surveyed the mirror, catching the details of image of us just like I did. His eyes sparkled, telling me I wasn't alone in enjoying every little aspect of it.

His fingers traced the curves of my supple flesh melding to his thighs, soft dough to his hard lines. One of his hands traced the crotch of my panties, while the other held on to my belly. My mouth opened, jaw slack, as I labored to get more oxygen into my overworking lungs. Daniel's eyes caught on my breasts, and the hand that had been on my belly lifted to my chest. He cupped me, his thumb flicking the hard nipple.

"Fuck. Magnificent. Do you see this?" He massaged my breast. He seemed unable to tear his eyes or hands off my body.

I didn't want him to. I wanted his hands all over. And my turned-on face, with faint color on my cheeks and bright eyes, showcased it to both of us.

"Look at this now." He dug two fingers under the crotch of my panties, and explored the soft flesh, teasing.

My moan came from so deep in my chest that I hiccupped. He pushed the two fingertips into my slit, found my clit, and pressed on it. I jerked against him.

"Fuck." His other hand abandoned my chest and pulled the strip of fabric to the side. The view of his fingers playing on me was clear on the mirror. An intensely focused frown wrinkled his forehead, his head resting on my shoulder and intent on the image being reflected at us. "This is fucking brilliant. Look at your face. Look at your pussy. Those tits. Incredible."

He pushed those two fingers into me and my whole body quivered. Seeing his fingers disappear into me, the angles of his arm and wrist sharp to get as deep as he could, had my breathing turning into gasps.