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There wasn’t room for my hands between us anymore, so I abandoned that particular pursuit, glad to have him take over. He grabbed me under the ass, easily lifting my full-bodied frame to the little table beside the door.
With one hand buried in my hair, he kept me in place as he buried his tongue in my mouth. The other hand went under my dress, between my legs, sliding the seat of my panties aside.
I was already, pitifully, soaking wet.
“Fuck,” he groaned into my mouth, pushing two fingers into me. My clit was still covered by my panties, but he planted his thumb there anyway, just enough pressure to feel a subtle flick back and forth. “Open your eyes,” he demanded.
Shit.
I didn’t remember closing them.
But I did as he said, quickly noticing something I hadn’t before.
The mirror, directly across from us.
Right now, I was looking at myself over Tatum’s shoulder, but he stepped aside, giving me the full, salacious view.
“Look at how fucking wet you are,” he murmured into my ear.
“It’s too far away,” I lied.
His fingers stopped moving, and he just looked at me.
Eyes narrowed.
He pulled his fingers away from me.
“Ahh!” I yelped as he, quite suddenly, lifted the table with me still on it, hefting it until we were only a few feet away from the wide, floor length mirror.
“Is that better?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered, heart racing as he pulled my panties aside again.
He stopped to look at the view in the mirror for himself, then grabbed me by the ankle, making me hike one leg up until my foot was planted on the table, still strapped into my high heel.
Scandalously exposed.
“Now,” he said, burying a hand in my hair again, and using his fingers on the other hand to spread me open.
My face was hot, but I didn’t look away.
“Look how fucking wet that pretty pussy is.”
I… was soaked.
And when he went back to fucking me with his fingers… dripping.
His hands… they weren’t like Monty’s.
Not better or worse, just different.
His touch was different.
I’d never pretend sex with Monty hadn’t been phenomenal. Even with no comparison points, the man had been knocking orgasms out of me for over a decade. He was objectively good in bed.
But this was different.
New.