justprompts - Mirror Prompt.
He watched her from the doorway, the black dress clinging to her slender frame as she stood admiring herself in front of the mirror, seemingly lost in thought. He undid the buttons of his dress shirt and let it fall to the floor, followed by the tie he hated to wear. But it was a party, and they were the stars and it was important they looked good.
“Caz could you just-“ Becca started, jumping a little when he was a lot closer than she thought he was. The wicked gleam in his eyes also made her pause for thought and she looked up at him with curiosity in her eyes.
“Okay, what’s going on in that head of yours?” she asked, a laugh making the end stand up a little. Caz laughed in return, soft and low and shook his head, bending to kiss her neck, her tongue teasing over the skin, owing him a low moan.
Kissing up her neck to the hollow under her ear he whispered; “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
He felt her swallow hard and his smirk grew into a grin as he ran his tongue across the ridge of her ear, watching their reflection in the mirror. He watched as her eyes grew a little darker, his hands moving up to the zip of her dress, undoing it and letting it drop, moaning at the thin, lace underwear set she had on.
“Tease,” he murmured, taking the straps of her bra down, running his hands across the pale skin at the top of her shoulders.
“Sayeth the man who is-“ she didn’t finish the sentence, a breathy moan escaping her as she realised he’d unhooked her bra, the feel of his hands on her breasts cold enough to make her shiver. “Please, Caz.”
“Soon,” he murmured, still teasing his hands over her body, his arousal evident by the way it pressed into her lower back. He’d been watching her all night, all night. He watched as she had mingled with the other people there, he’d watched as she’d flirted harmlessly with promoters and business people, and others of the musical elite. He’d watched as she’d stood front row centre as usual when they’d been made to get up on a make shift stage, suits and all and play a few songs. He’d watched her come home, tired yet filled with an energy he knew very well.
And he watched now as his fingers moved lower to tease her through her panties, the slight shine to them making him moan though he also knew they’d be wetter than they looked.
“Please,” she moaned again, arching towards his fingers as they found her clit, rubbing in slow, torturous circles. It was almost enough to break his self control, that breathy whimper she gave than crept down his spine, making him twitch slightly. It was almost enough, but not quite.
Slowly he began to move his hips, his breath catching a little at the friction but he still kept teasing her, until he knew neither of them would last and with that he moved away, earning him a low moan of protest, her head snapping round with so much shock, her jaw hanging open. “Ca-“ He shhhed her with a press of his lips to hers and she relaxed a little when she saw he was only opening his trousers, letting them drop and then stepping out of them.
He wasn’t wearing underwear. She noted this with a raise of her eyebrow and a grin. “Naughty boy,” she murmured, moving over, her hands moving out to stroke over his erection but he stopped her, shaking his head. “No, let me.”
Carefully he turned her back to face the mirror, a hand moving down her leg from thigh to knee, lifting it up slightly, spreading her. Then carefully fixed on their reflection, and making sure she was too he pushed inside of her slowly, their low moans almost in unison as they watched him move slowly.
“God, Caz, you’re…” she started, half moaning, half laughing as she watched transfixed.
“Mmm, I know,” he murmured, kissing across her neck as he moved slowly, far too slowly but the view…the view was spectacular.
“Love you.”
“Love you too, Becca.”
He moved as slowly as he could, for as long as he could, but his hips screamed to go faster, and so he followed them, his thrusts hard and deep, his release already looming as he knew hers was too, her skin flushed red as it always did when she was about to come. Stroking her cheek a little he whispered into her ear; “Watch.”
Caz watched with a little smirk as she forced her eyes open from their pleasured state, and the moan she gave was nothing short of wonderful as he brought her swiftly over the edge with a few firm strokes of her clit, quickly following after with a low moan of her name.
They stayed that was for a long time, just watching themselves joined, neither saying a word until finally she looked up at him with so much love in his eyes. “We should do that more often,” she said with a laugh.
“I knew there was a reason I loved you,” he winked, sweeping her up in his arms and carrying her to bed.