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Her kiss is just as fierce, just as demanding. She gives as good as she gets, her tongue dueling with mine.

"Very good," I say when I pull away. "Now get on your hands and knees."

She'll obey. She wants to.

She shivers, and I can see the goosebumps on her skin. She gives me a small nod.

I release her, and she leans forward, planting her hands on the mattress.

The way the room is designed, the bed is against one of the full walls of windows. To take advantage of it, the headboard is very low. The effect is that it makes the occupant feel as though they're floating above the city.

"I want you to watch yourself, cara," I say. "I want you to look at your face when I fill you with my cock. Fuck you. Make you come."

I don't miss the shiver that runs through her at my words.

She hesitates for a moment, her gaze fixed on the window, on our reflection. The city lights glitter around us, framing us in a soft, golden glow. We look like art. Like a masterpiece. A modern-day sculpture.

Her dark hair against the stark white duvet. Her ass pressed back against me. Her breasts perfect as they sway beneath her. Me, kneeling behind her, my hands on her hips, my cock jutting out, hard and ready for her.

It’s a beautiful picture.

Slowly, she raises her head, her eyes meeting mine in the reflection. Her expression is a mix of trepidation and excitement.

I give her a small nod of encouragement.

She takes a deep breath and lifts her head high, doing as she's told.

"Good girl," I say, noting how much she liked it when I said it earlier. "Just keep your eyes on us."

I run my hands over her ass, squeezing, appreciating the soft flesh over the firm muscle. I can't resist another little slap.

She jumps, but this time, a small moan escapes her lips, and she presses back against me as her back arches.

I slide my hands up her back and then down again, enjoying the feel of her, the way she responds to my touch and lightly stretches beneath my hands.

I take my cock in my hand and guide it to her entrance. I rub the head through her folds, getting it nice and wet, teasing her clit with the tip.

She whimpers, her hips starting to rock, trying to take me inside her.

One firm hand on her lower back stills her.

I press the head of my cock to her entrance and stroke myself a couple of times, spreading her wetness all over the head of my cock. I watch her face. Her lips are parted, her cheeks are flushed, her breathing is shallow. Her eyes are wide, almost a little dazed. And they are locked on our reflection.

She's completely captivated by the sight of us. I can feel the heat coming off her in waves. I can see the desperate need in her eyes.

I push forward, sliding into her, just a little. Just the tip. It goes in a little easier this time than it did the first time.

Her breath hitches, and her eyes start to close.

I pause. "Eyes open, Blair. Don't look away."

Her eyes fly open and lock on herself in the window again.

I push in a little more. Then a little more. I watch her face as I do, watch as her lips part, her eyes flutter, and a small gasp escapes her.

I rock back and forth, each push going a little deeper than the last. The sight of my cock disappearing into her, the feel of her stretching around me, the sounds she's making... It's a sensory overload in the best possible way.

She is so tight, so hot, so wet.