Ever since Eric had shown Christine the mirror passageway, she had wondered how often he spied on her. She felt amorous after their singing lessons; and after every duet they had she would return to her dressing room wanting more.
Christine had known she was pretty, but she had never felt sexy. But now standing before the large gilded mirror she ran her hands over her boned corset. Her eyes fluttered closed and she envisioned the phantom's hands instead. His large hands drifted across her stomach, up the swell of her breasts to her throat. Gently squeezed before sliding back down to her hips, the tops of her thighs, tugging at her garter.
She opened her eyes, gazing at the mirror. She wondered if he was in the passageway right at this moment watching her through the one way glass. Heat rolled through her at the thought. Her nipples pushed against the top of her overbust corset, her thighs clenched as her pussy began to drip. Was he watching her touch herself? Was his cock hard at the sight? Perhaps he reached a gloved hand into his trousers and began to pump a fist up and down. She began to slide her fingers down her pussy, teasing herself. She sat on her chair and spread her legs, hoping that he was enjoying her display.
Her fingers found her clit and began to rub circles with a steady pressure. He had better be watching her. Christine moaned, she could see it in her mind's eye, his chest sweaty and his hand beginning to stutter out with each pump over his cock. Her fingers became wetter and she began to rock into her hand. She bit her lip, gasping as she tipped over the edge and saw stars.
As Christine began to undress, the mirror slid open. Her heart stopped as the phantom entered. His cock clearly outlined in his trousers, his cloak hid most of him from her sight but she could see that well enough.
"Your Angel of music would like you to continue," he said, a rasp in his voice that was not normally present. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. He took her hand, bringing it to his mouth for a chaste kiss….before sucking her wet fingers into his mouth. A choked gasp escaped her lips at the sensation of his tongue tickling over each knuckle. When he was done he gently brought her hand back down to her pussy, instructing her to tease herself again.
"Please," she asked, looking at the outline in his trousers. The phantom undid his trousers and brought out his cock. As he began to stroke himself Christine began to dip her fingers inside, fingering her g spot. She began to quiver as they watched each other. She quickly approached orgasm again and the phantom untied his cape, letting it cascade to the floor.
"Take me, my angel." she pleaded. He lifted her from the chair, moving to a dresser that stood at the correct height. He sat her on top of it while spreading her legs, and pulled her to the edge, letting his cock grind into her. Biting the tip of his glove, he worked one hand free of it, using his naked fingers to trace her pussy and play with her clit. He gently pinched her clit in between his index and middle fingers, groaning as her body spasmed.
Christine grasped at his shirt, pulling their upper bodies closer. She licked up his chest and nipped at his collar bone. The angel's gloved hand cupped her throat, holding her in place as his fingers left her pussy. His white mask contrasted with his flushed appearance as he bit his lip. Christine guided his cock into her dripping pussy and began to roll her hips to pull him deeper. As he slid his hands down to her knees to hold her open she wrapped her arms around his neck. As his thrusts became stronger she looked over his shoulder, seeing their movements reflected in the mirror.
Her mouth watered, seeing his thrusts from behind was entrancing. Her hands sank down from his neck to his ass, pulling him harder into her. Her angel noticed her attention and picked her up, wrapping her long legs around his hips. Using the dresser for support he began to fuck her harder and faster, lifting her up and dropping her on his cock. The thought of her watching their reflection made him want to fuck even more savagely.
Without pause, he walked to the mirror and set Christine down, facing her towards the mirror. He nudged her legs apart with his knee and was buried balls deep once again. Taking her hands he placed them on the mirror surface, giving her leverage to push her ass back with every thrust. Looking over her shoulder, he wrapped his gloved hand around her throat, lightly squeezing, in turn feeling her pussy flutter. They were both so close to the edge; feeling her hot pussy bouncing back as he thrust forward. Christine was euphoric, watching him pound into her in the mirror was so erotic she couldn't bear it. Keening, she came, drenching them both. Her angel squeezed her throat harder, pulling her back into his chest as he followed her into orgasm. He continued to thrust even as her hips began to jerk from too much sensation.