She came hard against his face . . . again. They didn't make it far after their shower. He now laid on his back in the middle of her hallway, halfway to her bedroom. She sat right on his face as he plunged his tongue right into her over and over again. Her juices began to run down his face . . . .well the juices he managed not to lap up with fervor began to run down his face.
"That feels so good, Booth. God I love this mirror."
Ah, the mirror: the reason they didn't make it to the bedroom quickly enough. After the shower ended and they helped each other towel off, they began the long trek to his bedroom. Their tongues sought each other's mouths, necks, chests. They lapped at each other as if they were sustenance. Brennan grabbed Booth by his once again hardened cock and she slammed him against the wall, directly in front of her large hallway mirror. Booth opened his eyes and was pleasantly assaulted by the perfectly rounded ass he had ravaged earlier and God help him, he grabbed on to her ass cheeks and ground himself into her. Her subsequent moan vibrated down to his constricting balls. He swiftly moved down the length of her body and found her clit and began to suck on it hard. She grasped onto his shoulders then his head and when that seemed unsteady, she placed both hands against the wall as he ground his face into her core as he massaged her ass with his large unyielding hands. Her orgasm ripped through her and she lost all gross motor skill, knees buckling.
Booth quickly laid on the ground and positioned her over his face. Her hands went to his hair and she was immediately mesmerized by the image in the mirror. His cock was upright and attentive, almost as if it were made of hard marble and she, well she was flushed and heaving. From beneath her, she heard a growl as he ground his face into her even harder. "Play with your nipples," he ordered and she obliged, as if she had no other choice. She began to tug at her nipples in time with his tongue, as her hips began to circle above him. She felt like she was going to explode from pleasure and she began to beg for release. Booth's hands climbed up her body and swatted her hands away as he took over teasing her sensitive breasts. At this point, Brennan became a purely reactionary being. There was no rational thought or science. There were only his tongue and his talented fingers. Her orgasm overtook her and she screamed out but he would not stop. Her blubbered responses were mixed pleas to never cease to ardent pleas to end this maniacal torture to her body.
When she was reduced to nothing but gibberish, he finally relented. Instead of the reprieve she expected, he somehow managed to lift her while he scooted up, his back against the wall and facing the mirror. He turned Brennan and moved her legs to straddle him but facing the mirror as well. She froze as he grabbed her hips and speared into her from below. The resounding "ohs" were desperate, hiss-like. He held her firmly, one hand on her hip and one on her jaw holding her head in the direction of the mirror while he whispered, "You'll never forget how perfect it looks when my big cock enters your gorgeous pussy." "Will you," he growled as he held her jaw, ensuring she couldn't look away.
Brennan was still in shock at how beautiful they looked together in this state. Booth then grabbed her on either side of her hips and speared upwards into her while he growled, "Will you?"
"No," she gasped, "I won't forget."
"No you won't baby, because my cock was made for you," as he started a frantic pace, drilling upwards into her, almost as if he wanted to tear through her walls. Brennan surged forward and grabbed hold of his shins as she began to meet each of his thrusts, with an equal frenzied force.
The sound of their slick skin slapping against each other and their quick grunts were the only ones. There was no room for words. There was no description for the perfection in their reflections.
