Mirrorlight by Jill Myles Page A

up and saw his face.
    His other hand was pressed to the mirror, splayed against the glass to support himself.
    His handsome face was tormented with pleasure. The look in his eyes was wild with desire, and she grew wet just looking at his expression. He was so very sexy.
    Mine , she thought. All mine .
    She reached for his cock again, only to have him stop her. His hand slid out of her hair and to her shoulder, and he pulled her upright, their faces so close, she could almost feel his breath on her skin. Yet the glass separated them.
    He said something, his lips moving.
    She couldn’t understand it, and shook her head. She didn’t know what he wanted.
    “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I don’t understand.”
    His hands went to her hips and she waited, her breath catching. To her surprise, he turned her around, until her back pressed against the mirror. His hand went to her lower back and he pushed her forward and she grasped the arms of the chair, bent over. His hands then pushed aside her slippery robe, exposing her ass.
    Cora gasped.
    She looked over her shoulder and saw that he was kneeling on the other side of the mirror, his hands flexing and kneading the soft flesh of her buttocks. He pulled her backward and she jerked at the sensation, expecting to feel the mirror hit her, but all she felt was the cool tingle of it parting to allow her body through.
    One of his hands skimmed over her bare buttock, his thumb grazing the cleft of her ass. She squirmed at that, her hands gripping the chair arms tightly, but she didn’t move.
    She wanted…more. “Please, Aric.”
    The hand moved downward a bit more, and she felt the other one press on her back again, instructing her to lean forward. She did, panting with excitement and laying her head on the cushion of the chair, realizing that doing so lifted her ass into the air, higher than the rest of her body. Was that what he wanted? Cora shifted nervously, wanting to please her silent partner.
    She found out in the next moment—his hands braced on both sides of her buttocks, parting the flesh. His knee nudged her legs apart and no sooner had she spread her legs a bit wider than she felt his mouth descend on her pussy, his tongue flicking against the opening to her sex.
    Her cry of surprise turned into a low moan of pleasure. Her hips jerked when his tongue thrust into her core, and his hands grasped her tighter, holding her down against his mouth. Weak with need, she clung to the chair and whimpered with desire as each stroke of his tongue seemed to spear even deeper into her sex, her hips jerking in response to each stroke. Oh god. She’d been slick and wet with need before, but it was nothing compared to what she felt now. Her pussy clenched when his tongue speared her again, and her thighs trembled.
    It was so good .
    She could feel his hot breath against her flesh, feel the rasp of his tongue as it danced along her sex, teasing her wet folds before sliding into her hot core again. Her eyes closed and she pictured his beautiful, rugged face between her legs, and the orgasm that had been rising clenched through her body, warmth releasing from her sex and a loud cry of pleasure escaping her. Her body racked with shudders as the orgasm spiraled through her, and Aric continued to work her pussy, his tongue darting against her core over and over again as she came, as if lapping up the juices there.
    “Oh my god,” she whispered against the chair cushion. That had been the most intense orgasm ever. If people could purr, she’d totally be purring at the moment, especially since Aric’s hands continued to knead her buttocks, as if he couldn’t stop touching her. He pressed a light kiss to one, and then braced his hands on her hips, pulling her back against him once more. She felt the head of his cock nudge the slippery flesh between her legs. He felt massive against her. Her body tensed, waiting for the invasion, the slam of his cock into her pussy. Aric was large, and