Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 27: Fingering in front of the Mirror (R-18)

"It's done," I said, letting my hands slip from her waist, the zipper of her black dress now snug up her back. I stepped back, catching her eyes in the mirror—dark, soft, flickering with something unspoken. The room was quiet, just the faint hum of the house around us, the night pressing in through the window.

"Ezra..." she said, her voice low, almost a whisper, her lips parting as she held my gaze. We stared at each other for a few seconds, the air thickening between us, her reflection glowing in the dim light of her bedroom.

She started to move, quick like she was breaking the spell and building up tension, but I grabbed her waist again, firm and steady, pulling her back before she could escape.

"Aeri..." I said, my tone matching hers, low and deliberate, my fingers digging into her hips just enough to keep her there.

She gasped soft—"Ahm..."—her breath catching as I leaned in close, my chest brushing her back, her warmth seeping through the thin fabric of her dress. I could feel her heartbeat pick up.

I slid my hand slow across her stomach, fingers wide, feeling the smooth curve under the tight one-piece, then drifted lower, tracing the edge of her thighs. My lips brushed her neck, soft at first, then pressing harder, tasting her—sweet, a little salty from earlier, mixed with the faint floral kick of her perfume. It was damn good, intoxicating, pulling me in deeper.

"Ezra... we'll get late..." she said, her voice uneven, shaky, her hair fell forward, covering her flushed face. The strands framed her eyes, dark and half-lidded, making her even more beautiful—vulnerable, sexy, caught in the moment. Her breaths came fast, ragged, her hands hovering like she didn't know where to put them.

"Will we?" I asked, my voice a low tease, my hands sliding around her, slipping behind to cup her ass, squeezing the soft flesh through the dress. Then I dipped lower, my fingers brushing between her legs, finding the heat there over her thin barrier of her panties. She tensed, a shiver running up her spine.

"Ahhh..." she moaned, her body snapping straight, her ass pressing back against me as I rubbed her pussy slow over the fabric, feeling the warmth radiating through.

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I held her steady with my other hand on her stomach, keeping her close, my fingers moving gentle but firm, teasing her pussy from behind. She was already getting wet—I could feel it, the dampness seeping through, her heat blooming under my touch.

"Your skin never fails to amaze me, Aeri..." I said, my voice dropping low, rough against her ear as I smooched her neck again, sucking lightly at the tender spot below her jaw. Her taste flooded me, sweet and warm, her perfume curling into my senses, making my head spin.

"Ez-ra... ahhh..." she moaned, her voice breaking, a soft plea mixed with need as my fingers picked up speed, rubbing her labia faster now.

The wet heat soaked through her panties, slick against my fingertips, her pussy pulsing under the pressure. Her hips rocked back into me, subtle at first, then harder, chasing it despite herself. Her hands gripped the edge of the dresser, knuckles whitening, her hair swaying with every shaky breath, her face pink and glowing in the mirror as she fought to keep control—and lost.

My fingers burned hot against her pussy, her skin melting under my touch as I kept fingering her, the slick heat of her soaking through her panties.

She was trembling now, her body pressed back against me, and I couldn't get enough.

"Aeri... my love..." I said, my voice low and rough, slipping out like a confession as I rubbed her faster, feeling her pulse under my fingertips.

"Ezra... stop... ahh..." she said, her head arching back, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, brushing my face.

My other hand slid up her body, finding her boobs through the tight black one-piece, groping her firm and steady, holding her in place against me. Her warmth seeped into my palm, her nipple hardening under the fabric as I squeezed her mounts in front of the mirror.

I hooked my fingers under the edge of her panties, sliding them to the side with a quick tug, and pushed two fingers inside her wet hole—deep, slow, feeling her wet walls clench tight around me.

"Ahhh..." she gasped, her legs twitching, her toes curling and scraping against the hardwood floor.

She bit her lip hard, her eyes fluttering shut, lashes dark against her flushed cheeks as I worked her hole, her breaths turning into little whimpers.

"Ahhh... ahhh... please... Ez... ahh..." she moaned louder, her voice breaking, raw and desperate, filling the room.

Her hands gripped the dresser harder, nails digging into the wood, her body shuddering as I moved my fingers in circles, exploring her, feeling every slick inch of her pussy hug me tight. She was dripping now, her heat coating my hand, and it drove me wild.

"Arghh, Aeri... I can't get over you... fuck..." I groaned, my voice thick with need, my fingers curling inside her, rubbing that spot that made her shake.

I was losing it—my dick rock-hard, straining against my jeans, rubbing against her ass from behind as I pressed closer. The friction was torture, her soft curves grinding back into me, and I could barely think straight.

"Arghh... I'm losing it," I said, my free hand fumbling for the zipper of her dress, ready to yank it down, strip her naked, and fuck her right there against the dresser.

But then—*Ring! Ring!*—her phone blared, sharp and loud, vibrating on the bed across the room. We both froze, my fingers still inside her, her breath catching mid-moan.

Our heads snapped toward the sound, the screen lighting up bright in the bedroom. Sara's name flashed across it, bold and annoying, cutting through the haze.

"Ahhh..." I groaned, pulling my hand back slow, my fingers slipping out of her with a wet sound, slick with her. I stepped back, wiping my hand on my jeans, my chest heaving as the moment crashed.

"Go away, you idiot," Aeri said, shoving me off with a quick push, her voice flustered but sharp. She stumbled forward, her legs shaky, her face still pink as she snatched the phone off the bed, swiping to answer.

"Sara? Yeah, hi..." she said, her tone flipping to casual fast, though her breath was still uneven, her free hand tugging her hair back like she could hide what we'd been doing.

She shot me a glare over her shoulder—half-pissed, half-teasing—and I just grinned, leaning against the wall, catching my breath, my dick still throbbing as I watched her try to play it cool.