Silent Whisper by Andrea Smith Page A

my hands, then moved my face closer so that I could taste him. He smelled like Irish Spring soap; I’d come to recognize his brand.
    The freestanding cheval mirror in my bedroom was right next to the chair, and I noticed that as I slid my tongue slowly around the head of his cock, I could see my reflection in the mirror.
    It was a total turn-on watching me give Dominic head. I started getting a bit boisterous, feeling the damp heat between my legs. As I took his full length into my mouth, I allowed my right hand to drop down so that my fingers could stroke my swollen nub, bringing waves of pleasure to myself.
    He was aware of what I was doing, and abruptly brought his hands up underneath my arms, and lifted me up.
    “That’s my job, Karlie,” he said, his dark eyes locking with mine.
    He lowered me slowly onto his rigid cock, and once I was settled on his lap and completely impaled, he leaned forward, moving the mirror into a position so that we could both watch our erotic fucking.
    “Oh God,” I moaned as his forward movement had caused the head of his dick to hit that very sweet spot inside of me. “Like that,” I murmured softly, my hips now moving slowly in a circular motion, and then an up-and-down motion, grinding against him so that I could continue having him hit there, and with my clit rubbing directly against his pelvis I was looking at doubling my pleasure.
    “Don’t come too quickly,” he cautioned, his hands now gently teasing and massaging the peaks of my breasts, his tongue running along his lower lip very sensually. “I want this to last,” he whispered as his mouth captured a breast and he suckled on it gently.
    I placed my hands on each of his shoulders, and lowered my face to his, our lips and tongues mated together perfectly as I rode his cock up and down.
    “Look at us, Karlie,” he growled, as his hands braced my hips and he lifted me up so that I could see his glistening cock as he backed out of me. “Look at how my cock loves your pussy,” he rasped, thrusting it in deeper as he lowered me back down onto it. I moaned in pleasure at the sweet fullness of it.
    I watched in amazement as he rocked in and out of me, feeling my sex clench and tighten around him, pulling the release from him into me. He groaned against me, our breathing now coming harder and faster as we climbed toward the peak together.
    “So fucking good, angel,” he whispered, pumping up against me harder and faster, his hands gripping my ass and squeezing it as his deep thrusting continued. I felt the familiar tingling start from my core and travel up my spine. It was the most exhilarating feeling I could ever imagine. I’d decided if there was a heaven, it was a totally orgasmic experience. I was whimpering; on the edge of total release and it had never been this intense before. Something was different. “I need to look into your eyes when you come,” he whispered breathlessly. “I need to take that memory with me.”
    Had I not been totally engrossed in my physical, and yes, I’ll say it: my carnal pleasure at the moment, I might’ve found his words to be…strange? Disturbing? Possibly prophetic?
    But I was consumed by the sheer magnitude of it and it took everything I had to focus on his eyes as instructed, and yes, we lost each other in that second as our orgasms enveloped us both. But I got to see Dominic’s eyes when I brought him to climax, and trust me when I say, it was no small thing. In the depths of those dark, chocolate brown pools, I saw his soul at that moment in time, and I was riveted by the feeling of pain and pleasure that I glimpsed there.
    “That’s it angel, take it all,” he said softly as his cock throbbed his release right on top of mine.
    As our mutual releases unraveled in a vortex of unparalleled pleasure, I felt warm tears escape from my eyes, and travel down my cheeks where they spilled onto Dominic’s chest. He shuddered the last of his climax into me, and then his body relaxed