Walking into the bathroom to wash my hands, I felt your body edge up against me. My eyes came up to meet yours in the mirror. Your hands gently ran from my waist to my belly; I could barely breath. Your hands came up, under my bra, reveling my breasts in the mirror. The experience of not only feeling you, but seeing our reflections in the mirror was amazing. You squeeze my nipples and caressed me like no one else could ever do.
My head leaned back into your chest in pleasure and my eyes closed. Turning around, my eyes slowly opened. Your lips, covering mine like no one else could ever do. You picked me up with arms so strong, and set me on the cupboard between the sinks. So cold was the mirror on my back that it made me gasp. You pulled my shirt over my head; my bra quickly followed. No other man has ever touched me in such a way .
You made me feel as though you were trying to take in every inch of me. Your hands travel over my body and your mouth ravaged me with a hunger I had never felt before. You leave me for a moment and returned with a white T-shirt. Confused at first, you grinned and pulled it over my head. It had to be at least a size to small. You took my hand and led me into the shower.