Chapter 172: Mirror Image
"Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite." – George Bancroft
"What you see depends on what you're looking for." – Unknown
"Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift." – Albert Einstein
"Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction." – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
She looked at him quizzically, "What else do you wanna watch?"
"Us…together…"
"Mmm…ok…" she said, grasping his cock and lifting herself off of him to put him inside.
He stopped her hand and she looked at him again, "What honey?"
"Not like this…" he said shaking his head, "You have…a mirror…"
She smiled, "What's gotten into you today?" she asked playfully before adding, "Because whatever it is…I love it…and it shouldn't go away…"
"What can I say – you're kinkiness has rubbed off on me…"
"Good!" Sydney said enthusiastically, "Wait here…I'll move the mirror…"
Vaughn smiled and nodded, watching her as she moved, once again, naked over to the mirror. She moved it from side to side, sliding it across the floor gently, her ass and breasts wriggling with it.
She positioned it directly in front of them and then moved back to Vaughn, sitting on his lap again. She leaned forward and kissed him roughly, her tongue running along his teeth.
"Not like this," he said between breaths.
She looked at him again in question, "What do you mean?"
"You can't watch this way…I want to you to watch too…"
She grinned wickedly, "Damn Vaughn…"
"What?"
"Who's the voyeur now?" she asked, a sexy gleam in her eye.
He just smirked and pushed her off his lap, indicating that he wanted her to move off of him.
She did and then stood in front of him.
"Turn around…" he said.
She followed his instructions and looked back at him.
"C'mere…" he said grabbing her hand and leading her backwards until she was at his lap again.
He pulled her down so she was sitting on his lap again, only facing away from him.
"Now…put me inside you…and I want to watch…"
She suppressed a giggle and parted herself with one hand as she grabbed him with the other. Once she had the tip at her folds she moved her right hand behind him, holding onto the chair so he could see them in the mirror as well. Sydney then caught his eyes in the mirror before they both moved their gaze down to her core where the tip rested just inside her. They were both so wet that Vaughn met no resistance on his entrance. Instead, he slid up into her in one smooth movement, Sydney's hips meeting his on her way down. They both let out similar moans of contentment and bliss as they watched themselves in the mirror, mirror images imitating every move, every nudge, even expression written on their faces.
From Vaughn's vantage point, he could not only feel Sydney's tight channel pulsing around him, but it was so much different, so much more erotic to watch what she was feeling displayed in the mirror. It was like watching her from outside their act, watching her as though it was someone else. His cock glistened as it emerged out of her core, Sydney's other hand sprawled on his thigh for leverage. He could see the moisture drip down, out of her and onto the chair, and he could feel it too, a general wetness beginning to permeate the seat of the chair.
Sydney's arm behind him on the chair offered a unique opportunity for his mouth as well, because her breast happened to be right in front of him. He darted his tongue out, licking and sucking on any part of it he could reach while his right hand reached over to twiddle her clit.
Sydney's head instantly dropped back, almost violently, the night's events proving to be a little too arousing. She had waited so long, anticipating his entrance, that when he did, the felt even larger, more delicious as he crashed into her cervix on the first thrust. She loved feeling him pushing there, hard and hot, so deep in her that an ache built slowly and just added to her climax at the end. She could feel him rubbing across her front wall, creating even more sensation as she moved up and down on him.
She looked in the mirror, the two of them displayed there, watching Vaughn as he nipped at her breast, as his cock moved hungrily inside her. She had to stop thinking about the situation, or this would be over altogether too fast. She moved her hand off of his thigh for a moment and pressed it to her lower abdomen, feeling the firmness as it pushed into her deeply.
"You like that?" Vaughn asked, making her look up at him in the mirror, and also forcing her hand back to his thigh to keep herself upright.
"I can feel you…from the outside…"
"I know," he said with a cognizant smile, "I love that feeling…" he said, moving his hand from her clit to her abdomen, spending a few minutes feeling himself.
Sydney squeezed powerfully as she moved up his shaft, then let go and let gravity drop her on his lap.
"Oh God…" she said as she watched the whole scene play out in the mirror. His face was flushed, her face similar, their hair matted to their foreheads, their bodies slick with sweat.
"Vaughn…Fuck…Michael…oh my God…" Sydney stammered, her legs beginning to quake.
He smiled triumphantly, he loved when he reduced her to 'Michael,' it meant she was going to come really hard, "Feel me baby?" he asked.
She shook her head rapidly as her eyes fell closed.
"So deep inside?"
"Mmmmmm…"
"Pushing into you? Stretching you?"
"YES…God Michael…YES."
He grinned again, his own climax rising quickly. He could feel the tension in his balls mount as they moved closer to his body, readying for their pending release.
"Come Sydney…" he said, "Come hard…come around my cock…"
She bit her lip before leaning down and back awkwardly to kiss him, "I'm coming…you…you too…" she said shakily.
"I will…you first…"
"No…together…" she said, closing her eyes.
"I'm close…"
"Me too…"
"Open your eyes…watch us come together…"
Sydney's eyes flashed open, catching his in the mirror. They both glanced to where they were joined momentarily, but as they both fought the urge to close their eyes at the climax, they locked orbs, and the orgasm washed over them together, intensifying it beyond comprehension.
Vaughn's cock lurched inside her as the hot, thick semen splashed her walls, his cock jumping with every subsequent spurt.
Sydney felt the rush of hot liquid as it hit her deep inside, her muscles clenching around his thickness as waves of the climax radiated from her core and echoed out throughout her whole body. She gripped the back of the chair hard, her knuckles turning white as her other hand kept a tight grip on his thigh.
He stopped his gentle thrusts upward when every last bit of semen had been milked from him, his cock still twitching inside her warmth. She slumped back against him, trying to keep her weight off of his shoulder, but found that she barely had the energy left to sit up at all. The room was spinning slightly, the force of their climax still hanging heavily in the air.
"Sydney?" he asked.
"Mmm, yeah?" she answered.
"You ok?"
"Fuck yes," she said instantly, "I'm SO tired…but yeah…" she looked back at him, his face a reflection of her own fatigue. She gently eased herself off of him, loving the feeling of them mixed together inside her, the flow starting to drip from her as she turned and sat on his cock once more, facing him.
"Mmm…" he hissed as she lowered herself onto his semi-hard cock, the juices stirring around them, "I know I've surprised you with my…persistence tonight…but I really don't think I can come again…"
"No, sweetie," she said kissing him, "I just wanted to be able to see you face to face…" she smiled and then moved to his neck, "And to do this," she kissed her way down his neck and back up again. "That was…mind blowing…"
He beamed up at her, "Yeah?"
"Yeah," she said nodding, kissing him slowly and sensuously.
"The room is still spinning…"
He chuckled, "Good…then I did a good job…"
"You did a GREAT job…I'll repay you later…" she said with a promising kiss, "Now, I don't know about you…but I need to sleep."
"Yeah…me too…"
She slowly moved off of him again, the liquids leaking out slowly again. Vaughn took notice, the sight far too sexual and inviting for him NOT to notice. He accepted her hand as she helped him to the bed, and reclined him.
"You know…you just changed these sheets…" he said.
She smiled, "I know…well, I'll change them again in the morning…"
"Or…" Vaughn offered, eying her, "You could just…climb on again…and we could save the sheets…"
"Well, we're still sweat–" she caught on, "That's a great idea," she said happily.
He returned her smile and she lay on top of him, settling his cock inside her again.
"Gotta keep the sheets clean…" he said with a wink.
"Mmhmm…good thinking…" she said as she lay her head on his chest, "Thank you for tonight Vaughn…"
"Thank you Syd…I love you…"
"I love you too…"
Vaughn closed his eyes and fell asleep almost instantly, the feeling of being buried in her warmth, the safety and assurance he needed to drift off. Sydney followed close after him, a satisfied and sated smile on her face.
