I held her tightly against my body, encouraging her. "Let it out, Keira. I have you." My eyes never left hers in the mirror. "Release for me, baby."
Her legs straightened, toes pointed, and her back arched as she screamed, "James!"
Is there any bigger compliment than a woman screaming your name as she cums?
She panted with her orgasm, thrusting against my hand with each spasm. Her pussy squeezed my fingers as her release ripped through her. Dear God, my cock almost exploded in my pants! My eyes fixated on the breathtaking spectacle showcased in the mirror. Never before had I witnessed what an orgasm does to a woman's entire body. Without a mirror, you can only see one part of her. Like this, I saw the entirety of what she was experiencing in her reflection. My eyes couldn't decide where to focus - from her flushed face to her heaving breasts to her curling toes to her clenching hands to her thrusting hips. Undescribable!
"You are so beautiful, baby. Let it all out." I continued to encourage her in between soft neck kisses.
Her tears streamed down her face as her body continued to twitch. My hand stayed between her legs, caressing her wet skin until her last aftershock had long passed. I turned her body towards me and lovingly kissed away her tears. I knew what caused them.
Keira bent her head and nuzzled my neck, whispering sweet "thank you's in my ear. Of course, she didn't need to thank me; I just gave her what she deserved ... what every man in her past should have given her.
Sadly, mental abuse can leave longer-lasting scars than physical abuse. Trust me, hers ran long and deep. And the one who scarred her had no fucking clue what I have had to do to heal the wounds he inflicted. Some day, as he's cockily walking along without a care, he will feel a fist crush into his despicable face.
To my pleasure, I noticed her hand move down between her legs, tenderly rubbing her lips. Her hips circled on my lap, keeping time with her exploring fingers. Her reflection revealed she was ready for more. Unhurried touches and rediscovery were still my plans and my patience was holding steadfast. That patience, however, came at an increasingly painful cost to my nether regions.
"Keira, I would love to taste you."
She turned her head away from me and I had to turn it back. "I don't know-"
"It is a very intimate thing, oral sex. More intimate than making love, I think."
"James-"
"It's a sensory wonderland for me, Keira - sight, touch, smell, taste. I want you to watch in the mirror."
She held my gaze, allowing me to look into her soul. She'd come a long way since our first meeting. In the beginning, her eyes never met mine - were always cast downward. After investing a great deal of time breaking through her defenses, I finally discovered it was shame that kept her eyes averted. And it was a shame which wasn't hers to bear. Convinced she was unattractive, undesirable, and unlovable, it took me weeks of innocent touching to warm her up for a kiss. Once our lips met, however, I felt her pent-up passion. She wasn't frigid, just damaged. Her loving heart, intelligence, sense of humor, and gentle nature stole my heart. I knew physical intimacy would take time and I had waited until she showed me signs she was ready.
I lifted her off my lap and set her onto the bed. Sliding down to my knees on the floor, I stroked her calves, watching her stir from my touches. Up and down her legs, my fingers caressed. Ah! Her skin was smooth as silk! Watching her cute little toes curl from my touches hardened my cock to steel.
After spreading her legs for the mirror, I planted soft kisses inside her thighs. Her hands reached for my head with her fingers twisting my hair. How I ached for her to touch me - all of me. Patience! Agonizing patience!
Moving to the side, I said, "Look how sexy you are, Keira. From head to toe, you are gorgeous."
My hands grazed up and down her legs and spread apart her lips, showing off her pink, glistening pussy.
"Say it. Say, 'I am sexy'."
I looked up at her and she shook her head.
"Say it." I continued stroking her inner thighs.
With a timid voice, she whispered, "I am sexy." The corners of her mouth upturned in a tiny smile.
With those words, I settled between her legs, my eyes raking over her most private of places. She kept only a small tuft of hair on her mound, with the rest shaved bare. Her lips pink and shimmering in wetness. An erotic vision she was!
"Your pussy is the prettiest I have ever seen." As soon as the words left my mouth, I buried my face in between her legs, tasting her. Her feet kicked, her ass squirmed, and her mouth squealed. I became drunk by her scent. I withdrew to inhale deeply, flaring my nostrils. Oh my God, she was intoxicating! Looking up at her, I told her how delicious she smelled, then I buried my face in her sweetness once again.
