Mirror & Release
He didn't make me wait long after that... I heard his zipper, slow rasp cutting through the quiet, fabric shifting behind me. Then felt him thick, hard, pressing right up against me. He rubbed the head along my folds first, teasing at my entrance, sliding up and down, coating himself in how wet I was. Slick. So ready. Every single slide made me whimper, hips pushing back without even thinking. Begging. Silent begging. God, I needed him inside. Needed it now. Right now.
"Patience," he murmured. But his voice, it cracked a little. Rough. Like he was holding back too. Holding on by a thread.
Then he pushed in, slow stretch at first, inch by inch, filling me up so completely. I cried out loud, echoing off those mirrors everywhere. The fullness... it hit hard, stretching me
