Memory

Chapter 41

Later at night

Jennifer P.O.V

Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my body and walk over to the sink to dry my hair.

Combing my hair while I dry it, I suddenly hear a knocking at the door.

"Come In!" I semi-yell, turning my head.

Entering the room was David as he shut the door behind himself.

"Enjoy your shower?" he asked, walking over to me as he knelt, placing his arms under my breast.

"It was relaxing, but once I get in that bed, I'll feel ten times better wrapping myself in those silk sheets."

Kissing my neck, he slips one of his hands in my towel.

Uh oh.

"David, what are you doing?" I lazily ask, feeling the heat pooling between my legs.

"Just showing my Fiance how much I love her," he teases, lightly pinching my nipple.

"Seems more like you're trying to seduce me," I chuckle.

"I have no idea what you mean," he whispers against my neck.

Using his other hand, he guides it down to my arousal, slipping two fingers inside with ease.

"So wet for me already, I see," he growls, biting my earlobe.

It's hard not to be when someone as attractive as you are is touching me in such lude ways.

"Are you against the idea of mirror sex?" he promptly says, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Almost breaking my neck, I quickly turned my head, as my eyes widened in shock but excitement as well.

"A-against what now?".

Removing his hand from my breast, he gently grabs my face, turning it back around to where I'm met with my reflection in the mirror once again.

"I'm always seeing how much pleasure I bring this luscious body of yours, so it's only fair," he trails kisses down my neck, "that you" kiss, "see" kiss, "what I see."

Tossing my towel to the side, he removed his pajamas, throwing them on top of my towel.

"One leg on the counter, now," he demands as I comply quickly.

The last time I made him repeat himself, it did not end well for my legs.

"Good girl," he praises, positioning his length at my entrance.

Slightly turning my head, I look down to see how hard he is.

Is he bigger than last time, or is me being extremely horny, messing with my mind?

Turning back around, I was about to ask if he was about to stick it in yet, but he had already beat me to it before I could.

Shoving his length inside of me, I throw my head back as the pleasure skyrockets through my body.

"Oh god," I moan, gripping the counter for support.

Wrapping his hand around my neck, he chokes me but not too hard, "Keep your eyes on the mirror, Sweetheart, and don't make me repeat myself."

Averting my eyes back to the mirror, I look down at my breasts as they bounce each time he thrusts himself inside of me.

"F-faster," I mumble.

"Baby, you know I can't understand you when you mumble like that," he teases, slowing his pace, "You have to speak louder if you want something," he smirks, cupping my breast.

"I-I want you to go faster, harder, everything, please," I beg desperately for more.

An evil smirk grows on his face as he picks up the pace.

Going faster and faster by the second, he leans in, his face beside mine.

"See how well you respond to me fucking you with my cock, how your body asks for more and more, begging it to give it the release it so desperately wants" he growls, locking eyes with me.

I heard mirror sex is one of the best things a woman can experience, and now I know those rumors are very much true.

"Yes," I moan as my eyes roll in the back of my head, "my body will only ever want your cock and nobody else's."

"Right," he states, pounding harder, abusing my sweet spot. "and I suggest you never forget that, or else.

Tempting.

"F-fuck, I won't forget, I won't ever forget," I whine, rocking my hips against him.

His thrust becomes sloppy, indicating that he's about to come any moment.

"J-just a little more," I whimper, feeling close to the edge.

In one final thrust, we both came together, falling against the counter.

"That was," I paused, trying to catch my breath.

"Amazing," he finishes, slipping himself out of me.

"Well, now I have to shower again since I'm a mess now," I chuckle, lowering my leg.

"I'll join you," he eagerly says, "Then we can have round two," he whispers.

Round what?!.