Page 13 of Mirror Music

He trailed his lips to my neck, kissing and sucking his way over my skin, small groans tearing from his throat as he set up a slow, steady rhythm. Pumping in and out of me, catching my G-spot with the tip of his cock and rubbing my clit with his pubis bone.

A new tune started, a lazy melody laced with his voice singing about endless souls, twisting and twining through time. I hadn’t heard it before, but as his words seeped into me I held him tighter.

He locked his arms beneath my shoulders and crushed me to him in a possessive embrace, increasing the speed—not frantically but going deeper, harder, as an urgency built. He buried his head in my neck and I stared up at the ceiling at the live image of us writhing on the bed. His beautiful back spread over me with my hands clinging to his shoulders, his butt with small, perfect side-dimples that appeared in time with his thrusts. My ankles were crossed over the backs of his thighs, my toes were curled.

He kissed me again, stoking my passion with his tongue. I writhed, pulling him closer still, greedy for maximum flesh on flesh connection. Seeking out even more feeling, more sensation.

We stopped kissing, his cheek pressed to mine, and his breaths were loud and fast, washing over my cheek to my ear. Awe and bliss swirled around me. He pistoned his hips, driving in and out.

I thrust upward to meet each glorious, powerful lunge. Swallowing him higher, taking him into my heated core deeper and deeper.

Tension built in my pelvis, swirling and coiling. I dug my nails into his shoulders. I was on fire—his raw, unharnessed desire and intoxicating masculinity overwhelming every one of my senses. I clenched my pussy around his shaft and he groaned thick and guttural. So did I.

“Oh Jenny, that’s done it,” he gasped. “I’m coming, ah, Jesus, Jenny, join me.” He lifted his head and slanted his lips over mine again, fed me hot, hungry kisses as his cock went even harder. The first tug of a deeply satisfying orgasm claimed me.

His slick tongue chased for mine as I was catapulted up to climax. His cock worked me on the inside and his body rubbed my clit skillfully. I loved him. I had always lovedhim. And I wanted him back. I had him back. “Robbie,” I cried into his mouth. “Ah, Robbie, yes, that’s it, Robbie.”

“I…love…you,” he grunted.

Then he was pulsing in time with me, his rigid cock pounding in and out as heaven washed over my body. It was like white-hot liquid had been poured into my veins. My breathing was ragged as I grasped for his shoulders and dragged him deeper with a tip of my pelvis and a push of my ankles. This was what I wanted forever. I wanted Robbie.

He moaned long and rasping into my ear. I smoothed my hands down his back as final pulses of release shot through his shaft and he trembled within me. “Finally,” he gasped, brushing my lips with his. “After so long of dreaming about having you back, you’re finally here, finally in my bed.”

“I am,” I said breathlessly as my pussy continued to convulse and contract.

“It was a damn sight easier,” he said breathlessly, “to get to number one than to get you to realize all those songs were about you.”

“Well, it kind of clicked when you called one Jenny.”

“Subtle, huh?” He moved his pelvis and generated another shiver over both our sweat-laced bodies. “Shame you didn’t ever hear this one. I sang this two years ago for you.” He peppered kisses across my cheek and onto my neck.

I tilted my head on the pillow, looked up at our reflection and listened to the song filling the room.

Two hearts with one perfect beat

Souls twisting and spinning through time

Two souls destined to meet

Destined to be together forever, forever, forever...

The End