You sit on the bed, relaxing against the pillows and soft headboard, legs stretched out before you, watching me watching you in the mirror, a lion eyeing his mate.

I walk out of the bathroom as you firmly and slowly stroke your semi-hard cock. I pretend to ignore you as I walk to the dresser and unwrap my hair, letting the towel fall to the floor. I turn and face you, lifting one foot at a time to the top of the bench at the foot of the bed. My robe slides open as I put lotion on my legs. You continue to stroke your cock, sitting up a little straighter now.

I turn my back to you again but watch your eyes in the mirror as I tease. I drop my robe to the floor and stand naked, dark hair dripping in waves down my back. You slide to the edge of the bed and walk toward me, a hand running down my arm as you approach.

Standing behind me, you wrap one arm across my collarbone, letting your hand rest on my shoulder. Your other hand glides over my stomach and lands at the opposite hip. Your teeth nibble at my earlobe before my head rolls back on your shoulder and your lips find my neck.

Not letting me go, you turn me around to face the bed again. I can feel your manhood twitching against my ass. You push your body against mine, urging me to take the few steps across the wood floor to the bed. Your hand slides from my hip to my inner thigh, lifting my leg up and onto the bed.

That hand finds its way back to my stomach, over my rib cage and to my breasts, brushing firmly across a hardened nipple before taking it between your thumb and forefinger. Again, my head rolls back into your shoulder, cold, wet hair dripping between us.

Roughly, your hand moves between my legs. Your fingers caress my slit before you jam them deep inside me. My breath catches before I let out a sharp moan. You finger me roughly for a moment, arm still wrapped around my neck. When you slow down, I push my hips into your pelvis, begging for more. Your fingers slide out of me in a quick motion and you bring them to my lips, imploring me to taste myself upon you.

I suck your fingers hungrily before you kiss me. While your tongue dances with mine, your hand finds my pussy again, this time from behind. I feel your hand cupped, drawing out my fluid, and lathering it onto your cock.

You grab my hair with your soaked hand and pin my head firmly to the bed, one of my feet on the bed and one on the floor. In one movement, your now-throbbing cock is inside me, pounding at my core as you pant. A quick succession of deep, hard strokes before you growl savagely in my ear and collapse on top of me.

A moment’s respite followed by you kissing my neck, a tiny suck, then a hard bite to my shoulder. You stand up, slap my ass, and walk away.