When he'd first shown her the bedroom of his newly rented, first floor apartment in Queens Bonnie had let out a surprised laugh. "Really?" she'd asked, one eyebrow raised. "A wall that's only a mirror? Is there at least a closet behind here?" She ran her fingers lightly over the smooth surface, pushing, testing to see if it would give way to a hidden compartment. It didn't budge.

"Nope. Closet's over there." Kai pointed to the wall adjacent. "And there's another long one in the hallway. It's actually almost as long as the hallway itself." Seeing his girlfriend's confused expression, he shrugged. "This place is built kind of weird - I don't know if it's old school or just trippy. But they just steam cleaned the carpets, it's clean, cheap, it's clean and most importantly, doesn't smell like food cooking all of the time. And did I mention, it's clean?" She'd smiled at him fondly, amused and humming a 'Mhm' in response. "What?" He'd asked, coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I think it's cool, in its own 'my very first tiny ass apartment' way."

"It is," she'd agreed, looking at their embracing reflections in the mirror. "Anything is better than our dorms, God knows. But whoever installed this mirror or built this house had a massive ego." She takes in the sight again. "An entire wall?"

"You never know. It could come in handy," he'd said, resting his chin on her head comfortably.

"How?" she asked dubiously.

"I'm sure we can think of a few ways," he'd smirked and she'd slapped at his hand playfully when it started to trail down her stomach, giggling when he bent his head to press ticklish kisses to her throat. But now, as his hand rests flat on her bare, heated skin Bonnie has to admit - maybe the mirror was a little ingenious.

"Look," he murmurs into her ear. They both sit on the soft, clean carpet, Kai's back against the bed and Bonnie's back against his chest. She sits between his legs, her own spread wide as his fingers glide over her glistening folds. They're in front of the mirror and Bonnie can't keep her eyes off of the two of them; his light skin against her brown, the way her skin shimmers in the warm lighting due to the fine sheen of sweat that covers her, the strength in his broad shoulders and arms, and his dark gaze as he drinks her in. It all melds into an irresistible image that adds to the barely penetrable fog in her mind. She loves how small she looks and feels compared to him, especially right now, like this; it just drives home the fact that she's entirely at his mercy. "Look at how beautiful you are," he says quietly as his middle finger rubs soft circles on her clit and she drags in a shuddering breath. "God, you're perfect." He kisses her throat and when she turns her head he meets her lips immediately, mouth opening eagerly to accept her tongue.

He's been teasing her, dragging her along the edge for so long that Bonnie's lost track of time and any semblance of anything that isn't this moment long ago. They kiss deeply, almost greedily, and Kai's fingers move a little faster, delicious little circles that are just this side of enough. Her rapture mounts slowly and Bonnie sighs into his mouth, little 'ah's' that get breathier the closer she gets to coming. And she's so close... He rests his forehead against hers, looking into her no doubt hazy eyes. She nods her head, almost to herself and his head moves with hers; so close... just a few more seconds-

And then he slows down and stops, and Bonnie lets out a whine of disappointment as he runs his palm up her shivering stomach and away from her cunt. Her heart pounds and Bonnie lets out a little frustrated cry. "Kai," she begs. "Please..."

He kisses her again but this time so gently she feels a shiver race down her spine. "What do you want?" he asks quietly against her mouth

"I want to come, I need to, please," she whispers. "Please."

"Mmm, soon," he promises, slick fingers coming up to play with her nipple while his other hand splays flat on her stomach, keeping her in place. Her hips undulate, trying to move against nothing as he squeezes and twists the extremely sensitive puckered flesh just the way she likes; it feels like torture, pure sweet agony that she can't get enough of. "Look," he tells her again and Bonnie turns her head to look back at their reflection in the mirror. Arousal throbs thickly in her veins; she looks every inch of debauched while he looks every inch of captivated. "One day I'm going to take a picture of you like this, spread wide for me, begging." Fuck. She feels a rush of wetness, and how does he do that? Get her dripping just from his words? "I can't believe I found you..." he says reverently and not for the first time. "Where were you hiding...?" He kisses her temple and slides his hand back down her stomach to take its place between her thighs. His two fingers slip inside of her tight heat slowly, pumping once, twice, before bending them so that they're slightly hooked. When he applies slight pressure, pushing up to rub against that swollen, ridged spot inside of her she lets her head fall back onto his shoulder, eyes closed. "Where have you been, hm?" he says lowly, voice like silk.

"Here," she pants, "I'm right here."

"Thank God," he breathes into her ear as he skims his thumb over her clit and she lets out a strangled sound. He pumps his fingers slowly, still massaging her G-spot while his thumb plays almost idly over her oversensitive nerves. "Thank God I found you; you're mine," he says with so much feeling Bonnie feels like she wants to cry on top of all the other emotions swirling inside of her. "Can't live without you, don't ever want to..." Bonnie moans and her hands fist on the carpet. Her hips move with his hand or tries to, but his other hand pushes down on her lower stomach to keep her still. Overwhelmed, she cries out; her release just out of reach. "Sssh," he soothes her even as he drives her wild. "I've got you."

"Please," she nearly sobs, begs. "Please..."

"You want to come?" he asks her calmly even as his thumb moves faster. She nods quickly. "You have to watch," he says patiently, quietly, his words edged with the hint of a command that sends shivers zipping down her spine. When she met him in the park six months ago she would never have thought that that adorably nervous guy would turn into this in the bedroom, not that she minds... at all. Feeling as if she's been drugged Bonnie lifts her head up and forces her eyes open to be greeted by the vision of how desperate she looks for completion, her hair in wild curls and her plump, pink bottom lip captured between her teeth, biting down hard. "Good girl," he says and his fingers continue to pump while his thumb adds a little pressure, finally going fast enough to cause her orgasm to start creeping up on her again.

"Yes," she sighs, looking him in the eye the best she can in the mirror when her lids refuse to open more than halfway. "Yes... ah!" there's a spike of pleasure... she's right on the edge - "please," she pleads and he nods, dark eyes watching her closely, rapt and heated. "Ah, ah, oh fu-" her knees try to come together but he has his feet hooked around her ankles keeping her spread open for him. "Oh my God, I'm- I'm-"

It feels like he rips her orgasm from her, it's so agonizingly good. It hits her hard, and fast, and the last thing she sees before she has to close her eyes and let her head fall back against his shoulder is her mouth falling open and her chest heaving, trying to pull air into her lungs while wading through ecstasy. "Ah, fuck, Kai!" Another wave of indescribable pleasure rolls over her and she lets out a long, drawn out moan, not caring one iota about trying to keep it down because of the neighbors. Fuck decency when Kai is sucking on that ridiculously sensitive spot on her throat while he fucks her with his fingers.

She feels as if her body isn't hers, like she can't control anything that's happening and she drowns in the sensation of giving into such vulnerability. "So beautiful," he breathes. "Jesus." She lets out a sound, something between a laugh and a cry as her orgasm fades. "I love you," he says, kissing her shoulder, her face, her throat, her jaw. His hand between her legs still moves, slower than before, and his other smooths up and down her trembling body soothingly. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she breathes. She turns her head towards him and the kiss he gives her pliant lips is so tender Bonnie feels her heart ache. And she does love him, so damn much. He whispers sweet nothings into her ear while she comes down and she feels as if she's glowing. Every single time he makes her feel this way, makes her feel like something precious and special, beyond beautiful.

He makes her feel like a work of art.