He decided that he wanted me to stay fully clothed. So skirt hitched up, knickers off, I knelt on the bed.
His hands moved over me, feeling my clit once again, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.
“Sit on my face” he instructed. Of course, I gladly complied. He has the most amazing tongue. Searching, feeling and teasing. At the same time his hands on my nipples. Squeezing, twisting. Of course I came. I asked, he permitted it; we both loved it.
On my side he plunged his cock into me.
I think that’s when we noticed the mirror. Full length, between the bathroom and the vanity unit. I looked like some kind of wanton slut, enjoying her man’s cock. He saw just that, probably because that was exactly what was happening.
He loved it. For once he could see the expression on my face. Could see how much I was loving having his cock inside me.
It wasn’t long before I was on my hands and knees facing the mirror and his cock was somewhere else. He loves to own my arse. and seeing my face as he did so was something new, special and a massive turn on for us both.
Later there was time to cuddle up together, kiss and caress. Time for a film and then a meal in a really good indian restaurant.
In the morning after he had already left to get home in time for work, I dried myself in front of that mirror after my shower. I definitely smiled at the wonderful memory.