It was awkward
for him to get me up the stairs with his hands over my eyes, but he was
trying. Of course, my giggling and taking every advantage of him being so
close behind me to press and wiggle against him didn't make it any easier.
But if he wanted to do it this way, I was going to have fun with him, too.
My Christmas present, he said, was too
big to put under the tree. It even had to be delivered while I was out of
the house. So sending me off to the salon for an hour of pampering, complete
with a manicure and fresh polish on my nails, Sam knew I'd be out of the
house for a specific time. Upon my return, he'd met me at my door, helped me
slide off my coat with a kiss and walked me to the bottom of the stairs up
to my bedroom, refusing to answer my pleas to know what this ‘so secretive’
"Bella, if you don't stop," he growled
in my ear as we laughingly stumbled up another step, "we'll never get to the
top of these stairs, and you'll never know what the gift is." Two people
trying to walk lockstep up a flight of stairs is hard enough, but when one
is busy trying to keep the lead person's eyes covered, and the lead person
taking advantage of his already occupied hands by reaching back and pulling
his hips tight, deliberately wriggling behind, it becomes a precarious
"But Sam," I answered, voice dripping
with innocence, "I'm just trying to help you stay close enough to keep your
hands over my eyes." I delighted in the flagrantly erotic push of his hips
against my derriere even as he muttered at me again.
"Saucy wench," he grumbled with a
laugh, managing to get us up another couple of steps. "You would plead
innocent even as you seduced a man. Get up those stairs! You wanted to see
your present; it's waiting for you in your room!"
We lurched together up a few more
stairs, using every excuse to press body to body. "Did you get me a puppy?"
I laughed breathlessly as we reached the landing. Then gasped low and felt
the instant heated flow of my hormones as Sam leaned closer and warmly
kissed the back of my neck.
"No," he whispered in my ear between
nibbles behind my ear. "Why would I get you something that would draw your
affection away from me? I like having your entire focus," he bit softly on
the muscle at the base of my neck, and I felt my legs weaken.
"Oh Sam," I breathed, "You definitely
have my entire focus right now. Oh baby, I can't think of anything else."
All I was aware of was him, his warm solid body behind me, and his hands
cradling my face, covering my eyes, heightening all my other senses. His
voice low in my ear, reminded me of the many times he'd spoken soft and low
while sending my body to the stars. I could even smell the warm, comforting
smell that was only his, the one I buried my nose into the pillows for when
he was gone.
He somehow got me through the doorway
into my room as I fell deeper under his spell as he kissed and held me. I
was putty in his hands, and I wanted him to touch me everywhere!
"Merry Christmas, honey," he kissed my
earlobe as he said it softly, and slid his hands from my eyes to my
I blinked a few times, regaining my
focus, not really wanting to surface from the warm sexual haze he'd put me
in. The room was dimly lit, the curtains cutting the brightest of the glare
of the sun, making the room glow with molten, golden light. As my wits
gathered again, I focused on his gift.
A mirror. Not just any mirror: tall
and regal, it could've been imposing in many rooms. Not in mine, however.
With my eccentric choice of decorating lavishly with yards of silks and
velvets draping everywhere, that grandiose, freestanding mirror seemed right
"Oh Sam." We stood motionless for a
moment as I looked at it, its glass reflecting us. The wood was dark and
lustrous, polished to a satin finish that begged to be touched. The uprights
were tall and topped with ornate finials, one of which Sam had tied a huge
bow, packaging my gift. I could see Sam’s face behind mine in the mirror,
watching me as we stood there before it. "Oh Sam." I turned and cupped his
face, and kissed him softly, but poignantly. "It's beautiful," I whispered
to his face, my eyes on his, my usual loquaciousness abandoning me in the
face of such a gift.
I left him to go touch it, to run my
fingers over the lovingly crafted wood. "You made this, didn't you," I
asked, already knowing the answer. Sam worked in wood only as a hobby, but
somehow I knew he had made this.
"Yes. For you," he said, hanging back
as I walked around it, delighting in it's every surface, every detail. I
trailed my fingers over the wood, stroking the sensuous curves of the frame.
I glanced at him and grinned low,
reaching up almost to my full arms length to give the grand toppers of this
fine piece of furniture one last stroke. "For 'us'?" I questioned, coming
back to him to wrap my arms around him and kiss him again, delaying his
response, before turning in his arms and leaning back against him in the
sweet comfort of his cradling arms as I looked at it again.
"Yes," he answered, as we smiled low
at each other in the mirror, and said no more. My gaze slid from him back to
the mirror. It was solidly built, but not cumbersome looking. A golden, sun
kissed wood framed the oval glass. The uprights were thick and solid; that
mirror was going nowhere, yet the detailing of intricate incised scrollwork
kept it from looking too massive. The feet were strong and stable looking,
yet the exquisite details had not been left out - they were reminiscent of
the talons of bird feet, strong and unshakable.
"Beautiful," I sighed. As his chin
nuzzled my shoulder from behind, he concurred equally quietly. When I
glanced at him in the mirror, his gaze on me said his adjective was not
meant for the craftsmanship of his gift. His arms were around my waist,
cradling me to him. Slowly, his hands moved, spreading out his fingers,
moving to slide up my ribcage. I felt my pulse quicken as I felt his warm
hands through the maddening interference of my blouse and watched their slow
movement in the mirror. Sam stopped his hands just before reaching my
breasts. He pulled me back against him as he kissed the nape of my neck
again, his eyes on mine in the mirror.
His hands moved again, sliding
downward, his spread fingers light colored against the dark blue of my
blouse, then the dark patterning of my skirt. Relentlessly, his hands
slipped down the front of my hips. I tipped my hips forward into his palms,
seeking a deeper touch. But he was in charge, and had me under his spell.
His spread fingers ended their downward path on the fronts of my thighs. In
the mirror, I stared at the erotic vision of his outspread hands framing the
part of my body that had become aroused and wanting by his evocative
attentions. He brought his hands up slowly, rucking up my skirt with the
friction of his hands on my skin. More and more of my hose clad thighs came
into view, then the lace covered tops; Sam's fingertips curled into fists to
bring my hem high enough to expose the bared skin above the stocking tops.
My breathing was shallow and panting already, and the tiniest part of my
mind registered that Sam's breathing was as aroused as mine. As was his
body, pressed tight against my backside.
"Beautiful," Sam breathed warmly on my
neck, there being no question as to exactly what he meant. My body felt the
flush of heat from the empowerment, rising me in an unstoppable tide, one
that Sam had unleashed. I moved restlessly under his hands, wanting more.
His hands moved again, dropping the
hem of my skirt, but skimming up my body to cup my breasts fully this time,
making me take a deep, ragged breath. His touch was warm, kneading me
softly, and combined with Sam's face nuzzling my neck from the back, I was
weak-kneed. Then his fingertips moved to the little buttons of my blouse.
I watched in the mirror. The
juxtaposition of his large, masculine hands working the little pearl buttons
out of their buttonholes was mesmerizing. More and more of my pale flesh was
exposed between the slowly parting edges of the blouse. I watched as Sam
unbuttoned me completely, then gently pulled the tails of my blouse from my
waistband. He stepped back from me for a moment, putting enough space
between us to allow him to slip the lapels off my shoulders, and slide the
dark blue fabric down and off my arms. I watched him lean in behind me and
felt his tongue moist and warm lick up my spine before he closed the space
between us again.
He was driving me mad. The combination
of watching his actions in the mirror at the same time and feeling his touch
on me was a heady blend. His hands were busy at the back of my skirt. I felt
the waistband loosen as he unfastened it. We watched together in the mirror
as he let the skirt slide slowly down over the swell of my hips until it
dropped into a dark puddle around my feet.
The mirror held an erotic vision -- me
; clad in only a dark blue satin bra and panties, with matching garter belt
holding up sheer hose. I shivered, not from cold, but from the intensity of
my hunger, my passion. The look of his eyes as he devoured me visually in
the mirror heightened the feeling inside me of melting, of becoming molten
and running together inside, pooling in the heated vee of my legs.
His hands busied themselves for a
moment at my back and I could suddenly breathe deeper as the bra fell loose
around me. I felt like my breasts were swelling, becoming heavier, pushing
it off. He helped the process, agonizingly slowly; by sliding the straps
down my arms and letting it too drop to the floor.
Every inch of my being screamed in the
want of his hands to return to me! And I watched, with eyes barely able to
focus through my hunger, as his hands stroked slowly up under my arms, up my
hips to waist and above. Then watched as he slowly slid to cup those big
masculine hands over my swollen sensitive breasts, to stroke thumb tips
across my tight nipples. I heard myself groan as I heard him take a slow
"You're so beautiful," he breathed
into my ear softly, both our eyes on our erotic vision in the mirror. "I
want you to see what I see. How sexy you are. How incredibly appealing you
are." He rolled my nipples between his fingertips lightly, making my knees
weak. "I want you to be able to see what I see, see part of what makes me
want you so much."
I was whimpering now, restless in his
arms, wanting him to touch me deeper. I tried to turn in his arms, but he'd
have none of it.
"Look. Look at us," he demanded.
One hand caressed its way down my
abdomen. Then fingertips slid briefly beneath the waist of the garter and
panties. I quivered with desire, wanting to rise on my tiptoes to drive that
"Please, Sam... pleeeasssse..." I
I could feel his hardness pressing
against me from behind, and felt and heard his breathing as raspy and
wanting as my own.
"Please! I want you in me!"
His teasing, along with the erotic
vision of watching his touch on my body in the mirror, had left me panting
with hunger for him.
He dropped to one knee behind me
swiftly. His sudden release of my body left me swaying slightly, blinking,
and trying to regain some wits. But his hands were busy on me, distracting
me. He unfastened the hose from the garters with a speed that amazed me,
then had the garter off me before I could even think. His hands curled
around my legs and pushed down the hose in a single motion, and I stepped
out of them one at a time. Still on one knee behind me, he hooked the tips
of his fingers into the waistband of my panties, and pulled down, slowly. I
rolled my hips slightly to aid their slow descent, and wantonly spread my
legs to let the small patch between my legs pull away from the damp,
fragrant core of my body. I watched in the mirror as he crouched behind me
and let me step out of them, one foot at a time. My mouth was open, panting,
my heat spiking at the highly sensual vision unfolding in the mirror.
He stayed on his knees behind me and
gently kissed my cheeks as he held my hips. I whimpered as I stared at our
reflection, watched him reverently kissing my nether cheeks, then nuzzling
there. I quivered, and wondered how long my legs would hold me up.
I watched his hand stray around to my
front, to curl in a warm clasp around my inner thigh, then slide upward
until he was pressed intimately against my swollen labia. My body twitched
and rocked when he touched me, rocking my hips to slide my swollen lower
lips against his hand.
Oh yes, he knew me so well! Caught
between his lips, tongue, and gentle teeth behind me on my ass, and his
thumb brushing against the swollen nub of my clitoris, I was barely able to
stand. "Sam," I pleaded under my breath. "Sam!" I couldn't have said
coherently what I wanted at that moment, but he knew. He had brought me to
this point of nearly insane lust just as he had intended to do when he first
brought me before this mirror.
I tipped my hips forward, spreading my
legs slightly, seeking to press more tightly against his thumb. As if he had
been waiting for the moment, he slid his middle finger between my swollen
labia into the wetness of my center. My groan measured the depth of his
penetration. I tightened around him, feeling my wetness flow. The teasing
had driven me to the edge, and his long finger deep in me while his thumb
nudged my clit sent me over the edge. I trembled and clenched hard,
surprising him I think, it was so sudden. He pinned me between his face
against my nether cheeks and his finger thrusting into my pulsing tunnel.
For long moments I hung, suspended in
time, quaking. When I finally slid down the heights, I was trembling. I
managed to focus my eyes again and the vision in the mirror of his finger
still buried so intimately in me sent another little quiver zinging through
me. I started to wobble, my muscles now useless.
"Sam," I croaked, and tried again.
"Sam, I--." I swallowed hard, trying to regroup a little. "Sam, I need to
sit down, please."
I felt his body move up mine in back,
his hands moving to reassuringly clasp me around the waist. He moved around
in front of me, kissed my trembling lips, and hugged me lightly.
"Just hang on one second. Stand here,"
he insisted low with a loving kiss, and let me go. I swayed as I watched him
go quickly to the mirror, and turn it 45 degrees, then quickly come back to
I felt my skin rise with goose bumps
as I felt the slight chill of moving air on my naked skin, and belatedly
realized he was still dressed. "No fair," I chided him weakly as he led me
across the room. "You're overdressed."
He stopped for a moment and grinned at
me. He stripped with a speed quite remarkable. My half-lidded, lust fogged
eyes watched with desire. A pleased grin spread across my face as his body
betrayed him as equally aroused.
He dropped into the overstuffed chair
beside us and held his arms out to me. I smiled softly and started to curl
into his lap, but he shook his head and gently repositioned me, my back
cradled against his chest again. His arms curled around me, and he gently
pressed my legs to drape outside of his. Then he cupped his hand over my
mons, making me draw a quick deep breath. I relaxed against him, my hands
resting gently on his forearms as he touched me freely with the lack of
restriction our position afforded.
"Look," he whispered in my ear again
from nearly beneath me as his body cushioned mine. My eyes had drifted shut
in a sexual haze. Prying them slowly open, I glanced about to see what he
was talking about.
We were reflected again. He had turned
the mirror to capture the reflection of us in the chair, of his body beneath
mine, his hands possessive on me. I watched as he spread his legs, carrying
mine with them. Shyly, I tried to keep them closed, but he would have none
of that. "Baby, let me. Let me see you," he breathed in my ear. "You look so
beautiful, so radiant... so sensual. I just can't get enough of you..." He
kissed my neck again, and spread his legs wider.
I could barely breathe, seeing the
demandingly sexual vision in the mirror. His legs held mine spread wide. His
cock rose between us, the head swollen and beaded with fluid at the tip.
Just above that was the dark coral of my sex, wet and flowered open for him.
I whimpered as I watched his fingertips reach for me from both sides, gently
spreading the lips farther apart. He thrust softly beneath me, sliding the
shaft of his cock against me, in the fluids leaking from us.
I reached between our legs and in one
fluid motion, pressed the head of his cock into me, arching my back to
impale myself on him.
In one breath, we both groaned deeply.
He drove up deeper into me. The position made it impossible for him to get
in very far, but the feel of his helmeted cock moving just inside the lips
of my pussy made my body vibrate and left me twitching. I watched the vision
in the mirror as the end of his cock slid in and out of me; my labia
alternately grasped shamelessly as he slid wetly out of me, and curled
inward and kissed his shaft tighter as he pressed into me. Sam watched from
behind my body. I could feel the lusty tension in his body that equaled
mine. His eyes glittered with passion.
"Oh baby, you feel so good," his
guttural growl sent wonderful shivers dancing over my nerves. "We look so
We rocked together, animal in our
want. When the violence of our movements dislodged him from my slippery
tunnel, I cupped my fingers around us, and directed his cock back into my
clenching pussy. We were covered with our juices, the smell of our lust
adding to the atmosphere in the room.
However, the awkward position
frustrated us, too. Our hunger grew and I wanted him deep in me.
Penetratingly deep in me, filling me completely. I wanted to feel nothing
but him spreading me wide and driving into my center. We were getting wilder
in our movements, our primitive minds taking over, and again he popped free
from me in a particularly animalistic move.
"Wait," I panted, trying to still him.
"Wait." He stilled slightly, thinking I needed him to hold still a moment to
re-connect us. "I want you in me. Filling me. I want you in my ass," I
growled, adjusting our bodies, moving backwards slightly.
Sam said nothing, but I felt the
instant change in his body, an increase in his hunger, if that was possible.
Panting, uncoordinated by my lust, as
he held me sitting lightly on his belly, I reached for the tube of lube we
had thankfully left on the bedside stand. I clumsily stroked his rock hard
shaft with my hand as I tried to uncap the tube with the other. From behind
me Sam's eyes watched in the mirror. I got it open and squeezed a fat
glistening ribbon onto his purpled head. I felt him twitch in my fist as the
cool lube touched him, but somehow it felt like he swelled even more. I
spread it clumsily, too hungry and panting to be delicate about it, and
raised myself over him, pressing his erection back further. I shuddered as I
gasped, feeling the slippery head of his cock press between my cheeks.
Sliding him into that intimate crevice. I wiggled, settling on him, feeling
the head of his cock press deeper until it was against my tight pucker.
I was an animal. I wanted more. I kept
myself pressed against him, feeling the head of his cock press insistently
against my sphincter, demanding entrance. Carefully, I bent my knees and
tucked my feet on the chair next to his hips. Realizing what I was doing,
Sam cupped my ass with his hands and balanced me, still watching in the
mirror, breathing shallowly. My body was now suspended above his, perched on
the up-raised shaft of his cock.
His hands spread my cheeks slightly. I
felt my sphincter try to tighten and then relax slightly. Then more, against
the relentless press of Sam's cock. I lowered my body onto him, gasping,
whimpering, and panting. We watched in the mirror as I pressed deeper.
His cockhead popped in suddenly. I
wanted to cry out; the sensation was so intense and pure. I felt myself
clenching on him hard, heard him groaning. I pressed down, again watching in
the mirror, watching his shaft slide deeper into me. The vision of his cock
filling me pushed my sensations to heights I had not known. I wanted to
scream, to claw at things, to somehow explode! I pushed down harder until
the curly hairs at the base of his cock were flattened between us, his hands
caught between us.
"Fuck me!" I growled, any dignified
veneer gone. I writhed on him, goading him, watching his balls tighten in
the mirror. Sam bucked under me, answering my primitive call. He drove into
me hard and I reveled in it. He pulled back, and in the mirror for just a
moment, I saw my tender tissues pucker out, kissing the length of him,
before he savagely drove deep into me again. I threw my head back and cried
out, not with pain, but an equally savage pleasure. I deliberately tightened
on him and he answered with more pounding thrusts, lifting him and me off
"Fill me," I demanded of him through
the mirror, my eyes locked on his for a moment. "Fill me with your cum. I
want to feel you cum in my ass. Feel you swell in me -" my words were
deliberately goading. I was trembling on the edge of an orgasm I knew would
leave me silently screaming. Sam bucked under me, filling me, rocking
sideways to gather every tiny sensation possible.
He suddenly reached between us and
rubbed my clit hard, spreading my juices on it, triggering me into a spasm
that dimmed my vision. He felt me clench hard around him, almost painfully.
The breath being forced from my body with each spasm in a mantra of lust. He
joined me, pushing up into my ass with every muscle, lifting us, pressing
himself deep into me. I felt him spasm, felt his cock pump into me. It was
as if I could feel every vein in his cock, feel the very blood pumping
through it. Lights flashed behind my closed eyelids.
That kind of white, hot intensity
burns wildly. When we fell back to earth, we were but trembling,
insignificant humans. I let my feet slide back to the floor, my legs draped
around his again. I sagged back against him and felt him recline back into
the cradle of the overstuffed chair, his arms curling around me. I hugged
his arms to me, feeling the trembling of my arms. His cock, softer now but
not relaxed, was still buried in my ass.
We lay still for long minutes, unable
to muster the energy to speak. The feeling of his cock, still tight in my
sphincter, slowly softening, was incredibly erotic, and I was loath to let
him go. I deliberately clenched my sphincter around him, and he groaned
beneath me; I could feel it vibrate through his chest into my back. "Baby,
you're going to kill me yet," he moaned, without the least sound of regret.
I turned my head with a soft, feline
smile and he nuzzled me from beneath. Our breathing slowly became more
functional, less desperate, as we recovered. A small movement of his hips
and his cock popped from me, with a dismayed whimper from both of us.
Carefully, gently, we repositioned so we were curled together in our chair,
nuzzling. I pulled an afghan from the floor and over us. Nestled in his
arms, I felt safe, sated.
Eventually, clear thoughts returned.
"Thank you for my present," I said softly into his neck. "When I said I
needed a mirror in my room, I just expected a wall mirror."
"You're welcome, sweetheart," he
replied, dropping a kiss to the top of my head.
"I’ll bet you never expected to have
it be used this way," I giggled low, nudging him playfully.
"I most certainly did. I planned it
for this. Why do you think it's mobile, rather than the much easier wall
mirror?" he said evenly.
I raised up to stare at him
openmouthed, blinking. Sam stared back at me with absolute conviction, the
small smile on his face of a man who's had things turn out exactly the way
he wanted. We stared at each other a moment, silently, me in disbelief. Had
he really? I felt the grin start small in me, and spread to include my
entire face. He grinned back at me, cheekily.
I dropped back into the comfortable
cradle of his arms, nestled on his chest, head tucked under his chin. "I
like the way you think," I said, with a smile in my voice.
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