Mirrorlight by Jill Myles

if savoring her touch.
    She wasn’t able to stop the small sound of pleasure that escaped her throat. “You feel very, very real under my hands,” Cora murmured, tracing one defined pectoral with her fingertips, the grazing touch butterfly light. “Real and warm and…” her gaze dropped to his trousers, where his cock tented the front. “…aroused.” His gaze burned hotly into her own.
    A smile touched her lips and she slid her hand down his chest, touching him, savoring the feel of his skin. He copied the motion, brushing his knuckles across the creamy expanse of her breasts and grazing her nipples. She gasped at the sensation and leaned in, silently begging for his hand to go back to her breast.
    Aric complied, one arm hooking around her waist and pulling her against him. She fell against the mirror, the barrier shimmering with light, and her breasts hit his chest.
    Whatever barrier it was, it was only a slight impediment, and she planned to take full advantage of his touch. His hand slid over her waist and down to her bottom, cupping it as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. “So warm…so good,” she whispered. “I’ve wanted this for days now. Wanted to touch you, too.” His large hand palmed her breast. His lips moved as if talking to her, asking her if she liked it.
    “Yes,” she whispered to the mirror. “I do. I love your touch.” His thumb brushed her nipples, teasing the peaks with skill. His fingers felt callused against her skin, hard and rough—the contrast was surprisingly erotic. The man that held her so gently was a warrior who made his living with his hands and his sword…and yet he held her so very gently against him.
    She arched into his caress. “Touch me more. Please. And…I want to touch you.” Experimentally, she slid her hand down his stomach, watching his face—so close to hers and yet still so far away. Her fingers brushed the trail of hair below his navel and then met the waist of his trousers.
    In response to her question, his hand slid between her legs, touching the damp curls there. His mouth whispered one word she couldn’t hear, but she knew what it was.
    Yes .
    Her hand slid into his pants, fingers gliding under the waist. Underneath, he wore nothing, and her fingertips grazed the head of his cock, already wet with pre-cum.
    Encouraged, she pulled her hand free and untied the laces of his pants, sliding them down his waist and exposing the hard, erect length of his cock. Longer and thicker than her last boyfriend by far, she made a small noise of pleasure at the sight. Most cocks were not beautiful, but this one was well sculpted and long, with a thick purple head, droplets of pre-cum beading on the tip. She slid her finger over one of the droplets, rubbing it against his skin, then brought the drop to her mouth on the far side of the mirror. He tasted warm and salty, just like she imagined he would.
    A surge of need pulsed through her, and she sank to her knees, her hands sliding down his thighs until she sat at his feet, arms and breasts through the mirror. Her hand stroked his cock once, and then her other hand tugged at his thigh, pulling him forward, closer to the mirror. His cock pierced the shimmering mirrorlight and appeared on the other side. She sank toward it, greedy to taste it with her lips, to give him the intense pleasure he’d given her.
    Her mouth caressed the salty tip, brushing it against her lips and then licking the pre-cum off with slow, sensual licks. “You taste so good,” she whispered against the head, stroking the root of his cock with her hands. “Better than I could have imagined.” She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked, then slid it further into her mouth, pulling deeper and increasing the suction. His hand fisted in her hair and she expected him to thrust in her mouth, force his cock deeper into her throat, but instead, he pulled her off and tilted her head back with his hand, until she looked