the man kiss down the woman’s neck, tugging her shirt out of the way to suck at her nipple, I moved my hands to Hanna’s thighs. Other than a quick clench of her muscles under my fingertips, she relaxed, unintentionally rocking her hips back into me. I didn’t even think she realized she was doing it.
Each move I made, I held my breath, waiting for this touch to be the one that would have her turn and slap me.
I worked my hand down to the edge of her dress, biting back a groan at the buttery soft skin that greeted me. One hand rested softly against her hip as the other fingered just under the edge of her dress, moving inward between her thighs.
“Feel good?”
“Yes,” she hissed without hesitation.
Dragging my hand up her thigh, I leaned down and pressed my lips against the thudding pulse in her neck. We said no kissing, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t kiss the rest of her body and taste her skin. She tipped her head to the side, giving me more access, and I took that as my cue for more.
I dragged my tongue along the length of her neck, making love to every exposed inch. I got drunk on the sweet flavor of her skin. Each kiss and suck had her relaxing more and more, her thighs slowly falling apart, making room for my searching hand.
The woman beyond the glass hiked her skirt up and climbed over the man. She wasn’t wearing any panties and shamelessly rocked against the hard ridge in his pants.
By the time I could feel the heat of Hanna’s pussy, the man had pulled his cock free, and the woman stroked her wet cunt up and down his length.
“Daniel,” Hanna breathed. “Now. Please.”
Until the day I died, I would never in my life forget the sound of Hanna asking me to touch her—no, demanding I touch her.
Still moving slowly, I stroked my finger along the wet fabric of her panties. She stiffened, and I stopped but didn’t pull away.
“More.”
And that was how we worked. If she would hesitate, I would stop until she whispered for more, and I gave it to her.
I tugged her panties to the side, finding smooth, damp skin. Her dress had ridden up to make room for me, and looking down the expanse of her body, over the beautiful crest of her breasts, I watched my hand move between her spread thighs.
When I slid my finger through her folds, she didn’t hesitate or freeze. She flexed her hips and thrust up, her body now begging for more when her mouth was too busy moaning.
The woman gripped her lover’s length and slowly slid down, taking all of him in one slow glide.
One of Hanna’s hands gripped my wrist, ensuring I didn’t move away from where I slowly circled her clit. The other had moved to cup her own breast, where my hand ached to be.
With each pass across her clit, she grew wetter and wetter. She thrust a little more. Holding my breath, trying not to grind against her soft ass to ease my own ache, I moved my fingers lower to her opening, slipping inside a fraction.
On my second pass, she lifted up, pushing me inside more.
“Daniel, please.”
The woman panted on the other side of the glass as she rode the man’s cock. Hanna watched enraptured by the control the woman was taking over her lover, and I let her have the same control to fuck my fingers.
“You’re so tight, Hanna,” I groaned against her skin. “So wet.”
The words flew out of my mouth, and I waited, but Hanna was too lost to herself to care. She rode my fingers harder, and I used my thumb to rub at her hard, slick bundle of nerves. Her whimpers grew into moans that sank into my soul. Her pussy tightened, getting ready to come, and I feared I’d come in my pants right along with her.
When the man gripped the woman’s ass and pulled her cheeks apart, exposing every inch of him entering her, Hanna came.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me. Squeeze my fingers with this pretty little pussy.”
She gripped her breast tight, dug her nails into my wrist, and came. Her pussy squeezing my fingers tighter than I’d ever felt.
The couple on the other side of the mirror fucked harder as Hanna came down. I softly brushed my finger back and forth across her core, easing her back to earth. I kissed up and down