Page 242 of Face Off

She chokes out a sob, but moans as my hands stroke her.

“See how beautiful you are here?” My fingers shine with her arousal as I trace her entrance and circle her clit. Her head falls back against my shoulder while a moan escapes her. “See how your body wants me and how wet you become in my hands? Mira lo que yo veo. A sexy, perfect pussy I want to taste until you scream.”

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them until I find the spot that makes her back arch. Her mouth opens around a silent cry, and I hold her more securely against my chest while pleasure moves through her.

“That’s it, I’ve got you.” I kiss beneath her ear before returning my eyes to the mirror. “Watch how you take me and how tightly you hold my fingers. You think there is something disgusting about this body when touching you feels like fucking heaven. I have thought about this for five years, ever since you walked toward me in that white bikini and nearly made me swallow a bottle cap.”

I work her with my hand while the other remains around her breast, lightly pinching her nipple. My mouth moves over her neck, kissing before my teeth close carefully around the tendon there.

“Your ass feels so fucking good in my lap.” I grind myself against the heavy softness of it and feel her body answer. “I could stay right here all night, feeling you move against me while I make you come.”

She pants and rocks her hips against my hand. Her eyes struggle to remain on our reflection, and every time they begin to close, I bring my hand to her jaw without wrenching her face around.

“Mírame, mamacita.” I wait until her gaze finds mine in the glass. “See how much I want you and what touching you does to me.”

The shame in her eyes begins losing ground beneath pleasure and something far more dangerous to both of us. Trust returns in a fragile piece, allowing her to remain naked in my arms while I touch every part of her she wanted to hide.

Charm watches my dark tattooed hands travel over her pale skin. She sees her body answer me with the same hunger consuming mine, and the sight makes her hips move harder against my fingers.

“I need to be inside you,” I tell her, my voice ragged against her ear. “I need it right fucking now because that is what happens when I look at you.”

Charm meets my gaze in the mirror. “Then fuck me.”

Her words tear through what remains of my control.

I lift her enough to shove my boxers down my thighs. I’m already leaking, my cock painfully hard between us. I position her over me and guide myself to her entrance, but I stop before pulling her down.

“Mírame. Look at me, Charm, and look how fucking hard I am for you. This isn’t manufactured, and it isn’t something I’m giving you because you need reassurance. This is what you do to me.”

Her gaze drops between us before returning to my reflection. “Any woman could do that.”

My grip tightens around her hips. “No woman has ever done this to me. No one, Charm. I’ve wanted women before and that’s instinct not desire. Nobody has ever made desire feel like it lives in my fucking bones. Nobody has ever made wanting her hurt. Except you because you are the only woman who has ever pulled it out of me.”

She pinches her eyes closed and cries my name. “Ryan—”

“Tell me what you want while you’re looking at us. Don’t let your insecurity guide you, tell me what you want.”

Tears spill from her eyes.

“Dime, bebé.”

The gentleness of it—calling her something as soft as baby after every rough command—breaks through the shame holding her rigid in my arms. Her body loosens against mine, her eyes finding me in the mirror again

“I want you.” Her hand comes up and closes around the back of my neck. “I want to feel all of you while I watch.”

I pull her down on my cock in one slow, devastating slide.

We both cry out as her cunt closes around me. She takes me until I am buried to the hilt, her back pressed tightly against my chest and our joined bodies completely exposed in the mirror.

“Oh, Ryan,” she whimpers, tightening around me while her nails press into the back of my neck.

“Look at us.” My hands grip her hips, but I don’t move until her eyes find our reflection. “Look at how fucking perfect you are, the way you fit me, encase me. Perfección.”

Charm sees herself seated on my cock, her breasts rising with every broken breath and her stomach quivering beneath my hand as she watches me sliding in and out of her. She sees the possessive spread of my fingers across her belly and the grip I have on her hip, though her gaze eventually rises far enough to find my face.

“I see this from every angle, Charm. When I take you from behind, I look down and watch myself move inside you. When you ride me, I spread you open with my thumbs because I want to see where our bodies meet. I want you to watch now and see how fucking beautiful it is. When I look at us like this, I don’t see a cock inside a pussy. I see the trust it takes for you to open your body to me, the need pulling us together, and the love neither of us has ever been able to fuck out of our systems.”

I release her hip and catch her chin, guiding her face back toward the mirror as I rock my hips up into her. My hold remains gentle but firm, keeping her eyes on our reflection and everything moving between us.