Mirrorlight by Jill Myles Page B

it had been many months since she’d had sex. It might hurt.
    But she was wrong. The head of his cock breached her entrance and she gave a slight wriggle at the delicious burn, trying to adjust. His cock was thicker than she’d thought, and the sensation stole her breath away. Her hips flexed a little, the motion involuntary.

    His hands slid over her body, her buttocks, her hips, and she imagined that if she could hear him, he’d be whispering soft words to her. Readying her.
    She gave her hips a slight buck again, indicating that he should press forward.
    Aric pushed forward, sinking further into her body, inch by slow inch, and Cora bit her lip, utterly aware of his cock deep inside her. There was no pain or discomfort, only the wonderful fullness of him. When he’d fully sheathed himself, he gave a small thrust and rocked her hips back against his.
    She moaned. God, he felt so good inside her, filling her.
    He pulled back and thrust deep, and she could feel the sensation down to her toes.
    When he thrust a third time, she began to raise her hips to meet his. His hips began to work faster and faster, until he was pounding into her from behind and she was clutching at the chair, trying to hold on as he fucked her ruthlessly. Over and over he speared her, his hips moving impossibly fast, building the friction between them until she was crying out with each thrust—even though she knew he couldn’t hear it.
    His thrusts became slower, each one pushing deeper than the last. Her hips rolled with each movement, her toes curling each time his sac slapped against her pussy, his cock driving into her.
    The next orgasm began to build through her, and she rolled her hips with each thrust feverishly, losing all thought except for pursuing that sensation she so desperately needed. His fingers dug into her skin and his thrusts grew wild, and she cried out hard as the next orgasm rolled through her body, her muscles clenching with stimulus overload.
    As the shudder of her orgasm rocked through her, she felt him give one last wild thrust and then he came as well, his seed spilling inside her, his body tense, hands locked at her hips.
    Cora panted for a few minutes, still hugging the chair that had been her anchor. She straightened as she felt him slide from her body, his hands still stroking her skin as if he needed to keep touching her, and she reached out for him as well, turning to see his face, sweaty with their lovemaking, a hint of a sated smile tugging at his mouth. He took her hand in his and kissed the palm, and she melted a little.
    “I just want you to know I don’t give it up for just any old mirror,” she said teasingly, then sighed when he gave her a look that said he didn’t understand her words. “Nothing.
    Never mind.”
    He grinned and tried to reach back through the mirror to touch her again, but his hand smacked the glass on his side. The mirrorlight began to fade.
    “Oh no,” Cora said, giving him a sad look. “Don’t leave me just yet. Please.” But the mirror continued to fade, and she watched him plant a hand on it, as if trying to push his way through and finding it impossible. The mirror gave a strange shove, as if ejecting her, and she pulled her hand free.
    Then the mirrorlight faded and she was left alone in her room, her legs boneless with pleasure. And as she watched the mirror fade and shimmer back to normal, Cora felt lonelier than ever.

Chapter Six
    She fell asleep in front of the mirror. She’d tried summoning him again after a time, wanting to just talk to him—try to communicate somehow. When he was gone, she felt so very lonely. But he didn’t return, no matter how frantically she tried to summon him by invoking any sort of emotion. Perhaps she could only call him to her once a day. With that thought in mind, she pulled the blankets down on the floor next to her and slept.
    When she awoke the next morning, the mirror was as dull as ever. Seeing it made her a little sad, and she