Watch Ourselves in the Mirror

Watch Ourselves In The Mirror

© Michael Wood 2022

Watch Ourselves In The Mirror

Budapest, Hungary, Europe.

Brooke

As my eyes fluttered open, life being breathed into me as I lay in the comfy hotel suite bed, I instinctively reached over towards Jack. He'd obviously sunk so deeply into my subconscious already that I didn't even know I was doing it. Lying on my back, with my right arm reaching over my body towards the bedroom door (he, as my protector, slept nearest the door), my fingers felt... a sheet of paper.

My heart sank. The sinking feeling was accompanied by thoughts of his whereabouts. Where was he? Had he abandoned me after the perfection of last night and found someone else? I knew the thoughts were crazy but they still played anxiously and immediately in my mind. Thoughts about last night quickly came into my consciousness, though, as if my pure self was desperate to give me a reminder - and who could blame it?

Following on from this mind knot causing a tightening in my stomach, the slight rustling of the paper brought me more quickly to my senses. I half-sat up, bringing the sheet towards my face to read it.

'Morning, gorgeous. I've just gone to the shop to get some breakfast, I'll be back soon. X'

Wow. This man! What's the catch with him?

My body instantly relaxed as I smiled to myself, melting into the bed imagining it being him. I am struggling to cope now. My body, my mind, my heart, my soul - they're all in so deep, and I love it. But it terrifies me at the same time. Love is the stronger of the two emotions - by far - but the fear is unmistakably there, and I hope it doesn't bubble up.

Putting my fears aside, I sink deeper into the bed, my breathing deep and strong, and think back to last night. I can't actually believe it was me! Jack just brings out a side of me I didn't know existed. It's like I've been waiting my whole life to meet him so he can activate this wild, sexual woman that I love being.

Not long later, I heard faint footsteps, followed by a gentle opening of the door to our hotel suite. My body was instantly on fire, almost as much as it had been in the sauna the night before. My nipples hardened, my heart fluttered, and my clit twinged.

Flinging myself out of bed, I ran to the door and jumped into his arms before he'd barely had time to close the door. I wrapped my legs around him, and the force of my love and lust for him takes us into the wall, pressing him into it as he holds me, struggling to comprehend the surprise attack this ball of joy had brought for him.

"Wow, hi!" he mumbles into my lips as I kiss him deeply.

I pull away slightly, just far enough to look into his deep blue eyes, and feel myself utterly melting.

"I-"

Oh my God.

I was about to say that I love him.

Fuck!

I actually do.

But I can't tell him yet. It's not the right time. What if he doesn't feel the same? I think he does, but I don't know. I'm having too much fun to risk losing him! I'm in this for the long haul if I need to be, and I comfort myself with this thought: if we're going to be together forever, waiting a few days, weeks, or even months, to confess my love for this man won't really matter.

He told me last night that I looked possessed; I think what he saw was his possession of my heart.

"I saw your note," I stammered, trying to deflect from my true insight, "and it was the sweetest thing."

It didn't feel good withholding the 'L' word from him, but it's only a word - I just needed a bit more time before I could say it. 'I'll show him how much I love him for now instead,' I thought.

He smiled, and glanced over my shoulder. I knew that there was a wide, full-length mirror there, just next to the bathroom which was across the hallway from the front door.

"You're welcome, sweetheart."

"Are you checking out my ass?" I sassily asked him.

"What if I am?" he said playfully back.

"Well, if you are, I think you should do something other than look at it," I grinned, giggling.

"I have a few ideas," he growled in my ear, grabbing it in his hand through my panties. Standing there, wearing just my panties and his t-shirt, my legs wrapped around him, and my ass in his hand, I felt like I was in heaven. My entire body started to tingle, and it must have shown on my face.

"Brooke," he rasped, the arousal clear in his voice. My lip was instinctively covered by my top teeth in that way I know drives him crazy but is just so natural for me when I'm around him. It's my unconscious signal to him that I'm wet for him, and that I'm his.

He slid the bag of shopping into the kitchen along the wooden floor, and took me more deeply into his arms, my legs still hugging his waist. He kissed my neck and I knew his eyes were piercing into the mirror as he looked at my back. He put me down on my two feet and continued to slide his hands strongly over my ass - sometimes kneading the part covered by my panties, and sometimes going to my upper thighs, my hips, or my tummy.

Every touch was like pressing the 'volume up' button on my arousal level. I knew I was gone already. There was no coming back now - I wanted, I still want, this man, in every way - he can have me romantically, sexually, and any other way he wants.

"I surrender," I whispered.

Fuck, I'm glad I said that.

Oh my God, his words are going to be my undoing. Unless it's his fingers, tongue or cock that are. Ultimately, his heart is what has already undone me, and it will continue to unravel for him until the day I die.

"Oh fuck, I want to watch us too, Jack!"

I tried my best to keep my eyes open, the pleasure of having his body pressed into me almost unbearable already, and I just about succeeded. His hips began pushing into mine, as I spread my legs to give him more access, looking at him up and down in the mirror.

He quickly threw his t-shirt over his head, kicked his shoes off and pulled his socks from his feet, and pummelled me again through our clothes. I could feel myself slipping slightly - my feet and my hands were getting sweaty and they meant I lost my grip on the floor and on the mirror.

I shouldn't have worried. His grip of his hands around my tits and my waist were strengthened, as I felt him hold me, support me, claim me. How had I ever lived without his control of me, his love for me?

"God, I'm so wet. And you're so hard!" I gasped, meaning every single word more than my words could ever say.

I was feeling so hungry for him, I desperately wanted to free his cock and taste him.

"I want your cock in my mouth, Jack."

"You read my mind," he whispered gravelly in his sexy British accent.

He spun himself sideways and rested his right hand where mine had been, facing into the bedroom. I knelt in front of him, and whipped his belt off.

"You're so good at that," he laughed, "it's almost as if you want my cock in your mouth, Brooke."

"Oh, you have no idea," I smirked, unbuttoning his jeans, and sliding them down. His cock sprang free to an extent, still contained within his boxers. The puddle of precum on his boxers made my mouth water. "Fuck, you're so hard, and you're so wet," I moaned. "I need you in my mouth."

He kicked his jeans off, as I ran my fingertips down his abs, kissing to the side of the athletic muscles at the front. As my tongue reaches the side of his abs, his body began writhing. I'd forgotten how much he loves this, and I was going to make the most of it.

"Brooke," he gasped, throwing his head back, and steadying himself with his hand on the mirror, "that's it. Kiss me there, good girl."

Eager to give him even more pleasure, I kissed where I'd been licking, and stroked the head of his cock through his boxers. The straining was getting even more obvious now, as his cock fought to be free.

"You little tease!" He forced the words from his mouth, my sassy behaviour and delicate touches were having the desired effect. "Take my boxers off and put me in your mouth. You know you want it as much as I do."

"Almost," I smirked, looking up at him, "as much as you do, Jack." He glared at me in a smouldering, sexy look that showed me that he was encouraging me and warning me in equal measure.

My knees on the floor, my eyes firmly on his, I slid my fingers under the waistband of his boxers. I teased his skin there, running the backs of my fingers against his abs, before simultaneously kissing him where he loves it on his abs, and sliding his boxers quickly down. The combination of these two things made him groan loudly, as I overloaded him with pleasure. God, his pleasure turns me on so much it's ridiculous.

He eagerly slips out of his boxers, and now he's naked for me.

"Mmmm. Just me and your cock now, Jack. I want to reward you for the sweet note you wrote me."

"It was nothing," he moaned, seemingly unable to concentrate on rational thought.

"Would you like to go without your reward then?" I teased.

"Fuck, no," he growled, stroking my hair and pushing his hips towards my mouth.

I couldn't wait any longer. Sliding my fingertips over the head, I looked into his eyes, willing him to know how I felt about him without having to communicate it.

"I'm going to worship your cock, and I'm gonna make you cum so hard, Jack."

"Yes, Brooke. Good girl," he grunted. I swear his cock almost jumped at my words and my touch.

I wait a little, resting my fingers around the head, hardly touching him, as I kiss his pubic bone just above the base of his rock hard cock.

Delicately moving my hand, I trail through his precum, gathering it up on the pads of my fingers and stroking his length with it, coating his whole dick with it. And yes, there was more than enough - God, his precum oozes out of him and it's the hottest thing.

There's a bit left over once his member is covered, and I'm not going to let it go to waste. Wrapping my other hand around his shaft, I take the wet fingertip to my mouth slowly... slowly... slowly. I slide my tongue out of my mouth and wait for the reaction.

"Do it! You fucking sexy slut, do it!" His voice is dominant, and also lustful. I love it when he's in control, but seeing and hearing him out of control like this is such a turn on too. "Taste it from your finger, and then taste it from my dick."

I was teasing myself as much as him now. My tongue slipped a little further, and I finally got the salty sweet goodness to reach my tongue.

"Ohhhhh," we moaned together at the same time.

"God, I love your taste," I breathed heavily, "and I can't wait any longer."

We looked at each other in the mirror, giving us an unusual visual angle. Removing my finger from my mouth, I placed it on his abs, stroking over his muscles, as I plunged my mouth onto the head of his cock, making him cry out.

His head in my mouth, I swirled my tongue around it, getting as much of his precum on my tongue as I could, as I used it as a lube to give him waves of pleasure. Judging by the moaning and grunting that was already escaping his lips, it was working.

I moaned my own pleasure onto his cock, which sent vibrations through him, and increased the volume of his sexy noises.

"Ohmibrk," he moaned, incomprehensibly.

My mouth was too hungry now. I was craving him deeper, so I slowly pushed my head forward and took him further inside me. Sucking as I went, I felt him throb in my mouth and it spurred me on even more. My tongue rolled over his erection slowly, as I bobbed my head up and down.

His dick began pulsing, and I glanced at him. He was looking at me with pure fire in his eyes, and I knew he was loving this.

"I don't want this to end, baby," he grunted, "but I need to fuck you. Get up, place your hands on the mirror, and bend over for me."

I was enjoying myself, we both knew that, but I was up quickly. "Yes, Sir. Pound me into the mirror." I tore off my t-shirt, and he literally tore my panties from my body with both of his hands, giving me a sexy feeling of being desired. The snap of the elastic made my pussy drip down my legs.

He grabbed my hips and lined his cock up... He barely gave me time to adjust before he filled me, pushing my hands hard into the mirror and holding me still at the same time. The feeling of his cock buried inside me was what I craved more than anything in the world. He slid out, and teased my clit with the head, circling around it, before slamming into me again.

His hands were holding me totally still, and his hips were crashing into me from behind. I arched my back as much as I could, wanting even more of him.

I cried out in pleasure I couldn't comprehend, as I looked at him with an intensity that was off the scale in the mirror. Seeing what I could see was so fucking sexy. Seeing his strong legs holding firm, unshakeable, his abs tensed and glistening with sweat, and his arms draped erotically around me. Oh, God. Seeing myself, too. Seeing myself as the sexy woman Jack had made me, was the most sensual thing. My confidence was normally great, but it was off the charts - he made me feel like a sexy goddess, and I really was in that moment. I loved seeing myself with him behind me. Even then, I knew I'd never forget the sight of him fucking me from behind.

He slammed into me over and over again, the sounds of his balls slapping against my ass mixing with our groans and the slippery slurping of my pussy grabbing him and not wanting to let go.

He released one hand and stroked my back, and oh my fucking God, I came. He touched that spot on my back, and kissed my neck, and an orgasm ripped through me all of a sudden, overwhelming me to the point where he had hold me tight with his other hand to stop me falling over. My orgasm kept going, and his cock must have felt my spasming, because I heard him cry out. Just as I thought I'd pass out, another wave of orgasm stole through me and inhabited my body. I screamed out, as I did my best to look at us in the mirror. My entire body convulsed and I was wild with climax, thrashing around into the mirror in front and into Jack behind.

"I'm gonna cum!" he groaned into my ear, demanding with his voice that I milk him with my orgasm.

"Oh, fuck. Jack! Cum inside me! Please!"

Seconds later, his cock twitched violently as he thrust inside me and I felt a giant jet of cum spurt inside me, triggering a third orgasm in the space of what could've been seconds or minutes. Oh, as his hot juice hit my walls, I cried out with him, as he held it inside me, making sure to coat my cervix with his seed.

After a few seconds, our eyes met in the mirror.

Still holding me firm, our breathing gradually returned to something resembling normal, and I let his cum drip down my legs. I wanted every drop on or in me.

He led me into the bedroom, laid me down gently on my back, and cleaned me up tenderly with a towel.

Pulling back the covers, he got in and slid next to me. I rested my head on his chest, and looked up at him easily. He held me tightly and then spoke quietly into my ear.

"That," he panted, "was so, so, so hot."

"Oh my God, yes!" I gushed. "I love-" I started again, the next word closer to the tip of my tongue than it had ever been. "I... I think I know what I'm going to be thinking every time I look at myself in the mirror, now!"

I'll be thinking about him - him fucking me in the mirror, and how much I love him. I've got to tell him soon!