ruin?"
She barked out a laugh, her breasts heaving as her shoulders shook. I fucking loved this mirror. The closet wasn't bad either. One of these days, I was going to congratulate myself on the design of this place. "Don't even think about it," she warned.
I reached between her legs, running my knuckles over the silky fabric separating me from her skin. "What should I think about, Lauren?" I asked. With my free hand, I moved her hair to one side. Leaned forward. Kissed her neck. Nipped her shoulder. "Should I think about sliding my hand under these panties? What about getting on my knees and licking you straight through them? Or should I pull them to the side and let you watch yourself getting fucked?" I wrapped her hair around my palm. "Tell me, sweetness. What should I think about?"
She dropped her head down, sighing as my knuckles traced her clit. "All of the above," she said. "But first, whichever you can accomplish in the least amount of time. I just need to get there and get there really fast. My mother will find a reason to come up here again and I won't handle things as well as you did. Great job, by the way. Remind me to put on a necklace or the jig will be up." She glanced at the mirror, met my gaze there. "Also, I've been looking forward to this night out all day. We're not missing our reservation."
"Okay," I murmured to myself. I hadn't walked into this closet with a Hail Mary at the ready but I wasn't leaving without a score. "All right. Here's what we're doing." I yanked her panties down, careful to keep the delicate fabric in good condition. I turned her, positioning her against the mirror just as she'd positioned me. Then I hit the floor. "Keep that dress out of my way."
"I know the drill," she said, a hint of laughter in her words. I dragged my hand up her thigh, then hooked her leg over my shoulder. I kept my hand locked around her other leg, as much for her stability as mine. I stared at her creamy skin and soft folds for a long moment, both chastising myself for staying away and wondering how it was possible for love to grow by orders of magnitude, even after six years. "I guess the question is whether you remember it too."
I blinked out of my thoughts, shooting her a feral grin. "I remember," I promised. Then, "Please stop me immediately if anything hurts."
She layered her hand over the one I had stationed on her leg. "I always do."
I didn't give myself another second to overthink. I bowed my head, brought my tongue to her clit, and pushed two fingers inside her. The resulting sound was not one of pain but I still went easy on her. No biting, no hard thrusting, no teasing at her backside. None of that until specifically requested. But fuck me, did her body feel good. My god, I loved the pulse of her clit against my tongue. And the taste of her, Jesus Christ. Nothing better.
"Oh my god," she whispered, her hand curling around my collar. "I'm—you were right about this being the fastest route because I'm—oh my god, I've missed this so much and don't stop and don't stop and don't stop—and ahhhh."
As if I could forget.
I licked her through the last tremors of her orgasm, kissing and sucking until she pressed her legs together and said, "No more. Please. I won't want to leave if you keep going and I really need us to leave."
I kissed her leg down to her knee before helping her step into her panties. "I don't know what's going on here," I said as I straightened her dress, "but I like it. More, please."
I tugged my shirt over my head, wiped the fabric over my damp lips. But I didn't stand up. Couldn't. Not with this view.
She pinched the dress between her fingers. "Yeah? It looks good?"
"You know that's not what I'm talking about." I batted her hand away from the fabric. "I love it when you're bossy. When you're dirrrrty. When you don't give a fuck whether your mother is in our bedroom while you're sucking my cock. When you remind me to get my head out of my ass and put it between your legs."
She glanced away, a smile tugging at her lips. "It's nice to hear you say it."
I pushed to my feet. "I'll