“Tell me if this isn’t something you want to do,” I murmured against her skin.

“It is,” she whispered, keeping her eyes on mine in the reflection.

Her arms slid up to fold around her stomach, like she wanted to hide.

That wouldn’t do.

I reached around her, clasping her hands and bringing them to her sides. “Keep them here.”

Releasing her, I watched as her chest rose with a big inhale while her fingers on her right hand rubbed together. 

“Don’t get in your head, baby,” I told her as I slid my hands along her belly.

“I have a scar—”

“Sage.”

Our eyes met again in the mirror. Our silent communication was clear. She didn’t have to explain her body or worry that I wouldn’t love it. She was still standing here fully clothed, and I was harder than I’d ever been my entire life.

My fingers wrapped around the hem of her top and she worried her bottom lip again. Keeping one hand on the fabric, I reached up with the other, using my thumb to free the pink flesh. “I’m not judging you, Sage. I’m going to visually devour you, so that when I physically do the same, it’s that much sweeter.”

Just because she had a baby years ago didn’t make her body any less beautiful, any less breathtaking. She was the definition of perfection, and I hated that she didn’t see that. If anything, I wanted to worship this body harder than I thought possible with that thought in mind.

She was astonishing.

Moving my hand from her mouth, I cupped her chin, making sure her gaze stayed locked on the mirror. I slowly inched her top up, only enough to give me easier access to her pants. I didn’t want to scare her, but I wanted her to know that I wasn’t shying away because she didn’t think of herself as worthy of this. Of being admired openly.

My fingers undid the button on her jeans with ease, moving to the zipper to pull it down. Sliding her jeans down her legs, I bent to take her shoes and socks off. She stepped out of her jeans with my help, all while keeping her hands to her sides.

So obedient.

I rose, leaving her black lace panties on. Reaching back around her, I bunched the material up in the front so the center was a thin strip, revealing her pussy. “Did you wear these on purpose?” I asked her, my voice low and smooth.

“Maybe.”

Pulling up, the fabric went taut against her clit as I whispered in her ear, “Only clear answers, Sage.”

She swallowed, keeping her eyes on my hand in the mirror as her thighs inched apart ever so slightly. “Yes.”

“Did you hope it would be me who saw you in them?”

She nodded and I tugged the fabric down, only to let go so it shot back to her center. 

“Use your words like a good girl, baby.”

Her legs were practically shaking. “Yes, I hoped you’d see me in them.”

A smirk pulled at the side of my mouth as I ran a hand over the smooth skin of her thigh. My fingers lightly ran a path up the inside of her leg, the sensitive skin prickling under me. She was so hyper aware of everywhere I touched her and I fucking loved it. I could play with her for hours.

Gliding my hand up her center, dragging it over her clit through her underwear with slight pressure, I grabbed onto the hem of her tank top and began to lift it.

Her fingers twitched at her sides like she wanted to pull her shirt back down. “You deserve to be worshiped, baby,” I murmured in her ear.

“What if you don’t like what you see?” she asked, a slight tremor to her voice.

I immediately let go of the fabric, twisting her around to face me. Clasping her chin in my fingers, I stared into her eyes, my words hard as I said, “There’s no fucking way I won’t love what I see. Just because you think your body looks different than what people think the norm is does not mean you’re not worthy. Do you hear me? You. Are. Worthy. You deserve the same sex as the rest, the same love, the same admiration, and I’m going to give it to you.”

Her eyes shone. I didn’t want her to cry, but she needed to hear it. I fucking hated whoever instilled in her mind that she wasn’t beautiful.

“Now let me show you.”

Turning her back around, I stood between her and the mirror as I gently pulled off her top, tossing it to the ground. 

“You keep your eyes on that mirror the entire time, and don’t focus on anything other than how good this feels.”

“How good what—” But before she could finish her sentence, I dropped to my knees in front of her, practically ripping her panties as I yanked them down her legs. 

I peppered kisses over her thighs, my movements now slow again, but once I got to the main course, I wouldn’t be holding the same restraint. The slight stubble on my jawline scratched against her thighs, but instead of moving her legs away, she pressed them closer together. 

“Rule number one,” I started, using my hands to pry them back apart. “No hiding.”

Sage let out a small whimper, and it was now my ultimate goal to make her louder. Make her scream. I wanted the neighbor a mile down the road to hear my name on her lips.

“Rule number two,” I said as I lifted each of her feet to pull her underwear off the rest of the way. Once they were off, I looked up at her, but like the obedient girl she was, she had her gaze on the mirror. “No holding back.”

“No holding back?” she questioned.

I dragged my eyes down her body from where I was kneeling in front of her, my gaze snagging on the way her breasts seemed to want to spill out of her lacy bra. 

“Meaning, no keeping quiet when I do something like this.” In a flash, my mouth was on her clit, sucking it into my mouth. There was no slow preparation this time, no working up to it. Her pussy was mine to conquer tonight, and I’d own it.

A moan slipped out of her, causing my dick to twitch against my jeans. Tonight wasn’t about me, so I did my best to ignore the urge to stroke myself. 

Sucking her clit, I let it go with a pop, then moved to drag my tongue up her center. “You taste so sweet,” I mumbled.

I speared my tongue inside of her, not able to get enough of her. My new favorite meal was Sage, and I was fucking starving.

I fucked her with my tongue for a moment, then moved my mouth back to her clit. Flicking my tongue over the sensitive bud, I felt her belly jump with the sensation. 

Removing my mouth from her, I ran my hands up her thighs, then used my thumb to rub circles over her clit. 

“Rule number three,” I began again. “We’re honest with each other.”

She let out a small, breathy laugh as the sensation of my thumb clouded her head. “You want to talk honesty right now?”

“I’m not talking about just outside of the bedroom. I mean right now. You want me to do something else to make you come, you tell me. The way I’m touching you isn’t good enough? You tell me. I always want your words, and never false pleasure.”

She audibly gulped, nodding.