“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.
“Now sit on the edge of the bed.”
I dropped my hand from her and she took three slow steps backwards until the backs of her thighs hit the mattress. She lowered her ass to the comforter, her eyes moving to me. Standing, I stalked over to her.
“You want to watch, Sage?”
With her eyes aimed up at me, my dick twitched again, and an image of her lips wrapped around me flashed in my mind. It wouldn’t be happening tonight, but soon. So long as she wanted to continue this.
Whatever this was.
“Yes,” she said, her voice slightly higher and full of need.
Kneeling again, I opened her legs wider.
“Eyes on the mirror, baby.”
Her gaze moved to the mirror right as I slid a finger inside of her, and her mouth parted on a moan as I crooked my finger right against her sensitive spot.
Lowering my head, I lapped at her clit, matching the pace of my finger as I kept it deep inside her, only moving the tip of it.
