The Finish will be told from Brian’s POV

“Shower with me,” I whispered, already imagining the steam, the water sliding over her curves, the way I’d wash her slowly, worshipfully, in the quiet afterglow.

“As you wish,” she replied.

It was glorious, the heat, the passion, and when we were finished, she headed back to the bedroom. “Give me just a minute,” she whispered.

Cary was already sprawled across my sheets, the lamp glow turning her skin into liquid gold. Naked, flushed, nipples tight, hair tumbling loose around her shoulders. She wasn’t posing; she didn’t need to, just lying there with her legs slightly parted, her chest rising and falling.

My eyes couldn’t leave her. I was hypnotized. My cock was steel, and I hadn’t even touched myself yet.

“Play with yourself,” I whispered, my voice tight, almost hoarse with need. “I want to watch until you squirt.”

Her lips curled into a slow smile, a smile that undid me. “You really want to watch?” she teased, tilting her hips, her hand hovering over her glistening folds.

“God, yes.”

Her eyes flicked up to mine, knowing. She spread her thighs wider and touched herself, slow at first, circling her clit like she knew I was holding my breath with every motion. My cock throbbed as I stood there, hands knotted at my sides, watching her fingers slip inside, her back arch, the faint tremble in her thighs.

God, she was beautiful. Perfect.

I stepped closer to the edge of the bed. She dipped two fingers over her clit, barely brushing it, and my knees went weak. Cary closed her eyes, moaning low in her throat, and circled herself with purpose. I could see her nipples tighten, the subtle roll of her hips, the soft, slick sound of her arousal.

Every second was torture, sweet and exquisite.

Her eyes snapped open, locking on mine. She spread herself wider, opening completely, her fingers plunging inside while her thumb teased that swollen nub. Her pace quickened, her breath sharper. My cock throbbed at the sight. She was giving me everything, letting me watch her unravel.

And then…her body buckled, muscles clenching, a sudden gush of heat spraying out, splattering against my stomach and thighs.

“Fuck, Cary…” I groaned, closing my eyes, letting it run down me. I had never been so hard in my life.

I looked into her eyes, breathless. “Turn over for me,” I whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth. “I want to see you from behind this time.”

Cary blinked through the haze of arousal. She nodded slowly, lips parted, and began to shift. She pushed herself up slowly, crawling forward on the bed with feline grace. As she rose to her knees and placed her hands flat on the mattress, her backside arched high, I caught a glimpse of her in the large wall mirror across the room and froze for a moment, captivated.

The candlelight shimmered off her curves. Her back was arched in a perfect slope, her hair a tousled cascade down her shoulders, and her hips swayed just slightly as if tempting me wordlessly.

I positioned myself behind her, one hand on her hip, the other guiding my cock toward her entrance. Cary gasped as I slid into her from behind, deep and slow, claiming her again. We both looked into the mirror, our bodies moving together. The sight was hypnotic.

Every thrust was timed with the rhythm of our breathing. My hips rolled forward, hers pressed back to meet me. Cary’s mouth was open, soft moans escaping as I filled her again and again, the sensation deeper from this angle, the mirror giving her a voyeur’s view of her own surrender.

I reached forward to cup her breasts, my fingers brushing her nipples while my lower body never broke rhythm. The reflection gave her everything: my muscles flexing with every movement, the way my eyes were locked onto hers in the mirror, the beautiful rawness of our bodies entwined.

Cary moaned louder, her body rocking into me, faster now, more urgent.

“Yes… Brian, yes… that’s it…”

I gripped her hips tightly, my tempo increasing, and we both watched, mesmerized, as her body rippled under me. Her hair fell over her shoulder, her fingers clutching the sheets for balance. I leaned forward, my chest brushing her back as I whispered, “You look incredible like this… watching yourself...”

I couldn’t hold back. But no. Not yet. I needed more than just fucking…I needed to see her lose herself on me.

“Ride me,” I ordered, voice low. “Ride me with that sweet pussy.”

I lay back against the pillows, cock standing proud, veins throbbing. She straddled me slowly, deliberately, her hand wrapping around my shaft, guiding my cock against her wetness. The pressure was almost unbearable as she sank down, inch by inch, her face twisting with effort and pleasure. My hands went straight to her breasts, kneading, tugging at her nipples, watching her bounce and gasp above me.

When she finally bottomed out, sitting flush against me, we both just stared at each other, panting, trembling.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I rasped. “Now use me. Use my cock for that orgasm.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she began to move. Grinding, circling, bouncing…each shift tighter, wetter, hotter than the last. I pinched her nipples hard, pulling them as I watched her ride, her face in ecstasy. She was owning me, using me, and I wanted nothing more than to drown in it.

The pressure built quickly, sharply, and became unbearable. Her body seized around me, a cry escaping her throat as she came hard, trembling and convulsing on my cock. Watching her lose it, feeling her squeeze every inch of me, snapped whatever control I had left. I shouted her name as I erupted deep inside her, clutching her to me, spilling into her while she shuddered with aftershocks.

When it was over, when we both collapsed in a slick, trembling heap, I pulled her close. My lips pressed to her temple, her heartbeat drumming against my chest; Cary and Brian, two cumming as one.