The wardrobe was open nearby and she stood in front of it, looking at every inch of her body, every inch that had been touched by Quincy. She took a large gulp of wine and let her fingers trail over the mounds of her breasts as his had, and she grew even hotter thinking of his lips on her nipples. The wine was gone a few minutes later, and she set the empty glass aside, running her hands up her sides. He had been right about making her forget about any other man. The only one she could think of now was Quincy.
She had just let her hands trail a bit lower when she heard a thud. She opened her eyes, and Quincy stood a few feet behind her. His eyes were hooded with arousal, and his lips twitched in a wicked grin.
“Starting without me?” he asked as he moved slowly towards her.
“I didn’t know when we’d be able to see each other again,” she whispered and glanced down at the bulge in his pants. “I’m sorry. Did I do that?”
He placed his hands gently on her shoulders and turned her back around to face the mirror. He pulled her against his body so she could feel his erection against her ass and shivered at the touch of it while his hands slid one bra strap down her shoulder and then the other. He didn’t speak; he didn’t need to. Olivia watched in the mirror as he kissed her bare shoulders, letting his lips linger with each caress before moving closer to her neck.
As he nibbled, her head fell back on a sigh, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the mirror. It was fascinating to watch him stand behind her, his frame surrounding hers as he pulled her closer to him with one hand on her stomach.
“Do you like watching us?” he whispered in her ear.
The need between her legs grew, and she could only nod in answer, surprising herself. She was more turned on now than she’d ever been, seeing his hands move across her skin and knowing what she would see next. His eyes darkened with arousal, and she felt him twitch against her as his hand slid lower across her stomach, but he teased and moved it back up.
He nuzzled her neck, and his warm breath tickled her ear again. “I want you to watch your eyes darken with pleasure as I touch you and hold you.” He nipped her earlobe as every nerve in her body buzzed with need. “I want you to let go for me.”
Olivia had never felt so on fire before in her life, mesmerized by his words and touch. He found the clasp for her bra, and with one hand, undid the hooks and maneuvered her arms so it fell away, revealing her breasts to them both. Her breath was ragged as his hands went under her arms and reached up to hold them. A sound escaped her lips… She wasn’t sure what it was and in that moment, didn’t care. His fingers massaged her as his lips kissed her neck again. When she tried to turn to face him, he laughed and turned her around to face the mirror.
“Not yet, you’ll ruin the fun.”
“What exactly did you have in mind?” she whispered.
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.”
While his left hand teased and tugged at her nipple, his other made its way down to her panties and then lower still, slipping between her legs. He cursed when he found her wet and started to massage his palm against her. “What were you thinking about before I got here?”
She met his eyes in the mirror and smiled. “You. I was thinking about you.”
Quincy’s hands paused at her words, and his eyes darkened even more. They stayed like that for a long moment, staring into one another’s eyes in the mirror before he moved again, sliding down the back of her body to relieve her of her thong. She stepped out of it and barely had time to regain her balance before his hand was between her legs and his fingers found her clit. Experiencing his touch was one thing, but watching him touch her, caress her, massage her most intimate parts, made Olivia’s breath catch and her body crave it even more.
She closed her eyes, but he stopped his kissing. “Keep your eyes open, Olivia.”
It was hard, but she obeyed while the pleasure grew and his fingers continued their teasing at her nipples. Lower, a finger slipped inside of her just enough to make her gasp at the feel of him. She wanted more. She wanted him, needed him deep inside her, but he wasn’t going to let that happen, not yet. She could see it on his face. His palm rubbed her clit in hypnotic circles, pressing against the bundle of nerves in just the right way to make her knees buckle. With one arm wrapped securely around her, he kept her standing as his finger and hand worked faster. Olivia bit her lip, cursing as the sharp shoots of pleasure suddenly ripped over her body. In the mirror, she saw her eyes dilate as the orgasm took hold and her body shivered in his grasp.
Watching herself come at his touch sent her over the edge until she let everything go and slumped, limp against him.
“God, I missed you,” she whispered as she sucked in deep breaths. “I’ve wanted you every night.”