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"Look at yourself." Paul urged, pausing his movements.
My eyes fluttered open. After a moment I was able to focus, pushing past the fog my the delirious state of pleasure conjured. When I took in the view a shiver ran up my spine.
Directly across the room a floor length mirror was placed. His arms were wrapped around me, my breasts exposed, legs splayed open. My eyes snapped to my pussy, where his fingers were curled inside. He wanted to show me how my slick wetness covered his fingers. He wanted to show me how his thick fingers stretched and filled me. A whimper left my lips.
"Yeah," Paul whispered lowly, satisfaction lining his voice. He tutted, "You're just an absolute, beautiful mess right now, love."
I was so lost in the moment, that I didn't respond. He wasn't really looking for one anyway, instead Paul was occupied with continuing his wonderful torture.
"Keep watching yourself, baby. I want you to see what I see."
I nodded slowly, focusing back to the mirror, taking in my naked body pressed against Paul's fully clothed one. He ran up my folds, spreading the wetness to my clit, which he gave a few appreciative rubs. My legs threatened to close at the contact but his feet were hooked around my ankles, holding them in place.
With a few more circles of my clit, I became a moaning mess. Paul chuckled in my ear, pleased with my reaction but even more pleased with the power trip I was giving him. He had complete and utter control over me.
He pulled away, fingers trailing back down my pussy.
"Did that feel good?"
I hummed in agreement before answering, "Yeah, wonderful."
He ran a finger over my opening, the sensation causing a slight tickle. "Just you wait."
I watched as a single finger entered me, the slight stretch not giving me the same amount of pleasure that I had just received. It was nice, just not enough.
He pumped his finger a few times, collecting wetness, giving us both a show in the mirror. Paul locked eyes with me through the mirror, the concentration he held was thick and heavy. He slipped in another finger, the significant stretch earning a moan.
Soon, the feeling faded, and I snaked my hand down to my clit, reviving the pleasure I so desired. The fullness of his fingers combined with the stimulation of my clit riled another moan from me. The feeling was short lived however, as Paul pulled my hand away.
"No no no, that won't do." He tutted, pinning my hands against my torso.
"Why not?" I whined, wanting nothing more than to get myself off. Paul typically compiled with any self touch I divulged in, most times he encouraged it wanting our orgasms to align. But tonight he was very particular about wanting to be the sole perpetrator of my pleasure.
"I'm doing all of the work tonight sweetheart, just relax."
He ran his fingers wide and flat against my folds, shaking his hand from side to side. A deep moan left my lips as my legs began to tremble from the pleasure. After a moment, he subsided.
His finger went back inside. It felt as though he was taking his time, familiarizing himself with the landscape of my pussy.
I was about to pull his hand back to my neglected clit when a shock of pleasure zapped up my spine. With a sharp gasp I threw my head back and began wiggling away from the intensity of his touch. Tears pricked my eyes. It was overwhelming. Where orgasm was once a far objective, he had now brought me teetering on the edge with a simple turn of his hand.
Paul chuckled in my ear as he continued stroking along the top wall of my cunt. "Found it."
My legs trembled and I cried out, hand flying to grip Paul's thigh. "Oh my god!"
"Yeah, you like that, don't you?"
My head thrashed from side to side, a tear slipped down my face. It was too much, too direct. I had never felt anything quite like this.
My entire body was on edge, I could literally feel my pussy compulsing. I dug into my heels, rocking my hips along with his movements.
"Oh, oh god, Paul.... I'm gonna, oh fuck I'm..."
"Yeah, you're gonna cum? Cum all over my fingers baby, let it go."
He pushed his fingers harder, diving into the sensitive spot, stroking it faster and pushing me to the edge.
I squeezed my eyes closed as my body tensed. My orgasm washed over me, a deep release followed, pushing out to every extremity.
"Fuck..." Paul slowed his motions, working me down from my high before withdrawing his fingers completely.
With eyes still shut, I felt his lips feather against my neck. Another chuckle rumbled in his throat. "Well that was unexpected."
I let go of a deep breath, knitting my eyebrows together. "Wha...?"
Cracking open my heavy eyelids, I tilted my head towards him. A proud smile graced his lips before he captured my own.
"You left a bit of a wet spot on the carpet."
Heat rose to my face as my eyes went wide. In between my legs a sizable dark patch spotted the flooring.
"Can't say I've seen that before."
It was clear that the spot was caused by my arousal, but I couldn't piece together how it ended up there. "I don't understand..."
