In the bathroom

They were standing in the bathroom in front of the big mirror over the sink. Light was coming from the spots over the mirror at the white gleaming sink. He was standing behind her, seeing his face mirrored above hers in the shiny surface. Their view was unhindered down to the hips, where the sink stopped any further foray into the lower body. When he had stepped behind her she noticed that he was still dressed as he was when he came home from work, white shirt and and the trousers from his suit he had worn during the day. Where he left the jacket was a mystery to her, one she didn’t want to solve now anyway. Having changed into her Pyjama already she enjoyed the contrast of their attire and it excited her. The moment he stepped into the bathroom going to bed as intended slipped from her mind somewhat further away.
She braced herself with her hands on the top of the sink.
While gazing into her eyes through the mirror he let his hands slide under her top. Lifting it slowly up to expose her soft and ample breasts. Her nipples were dark and erect. That wasn’t a big surprise to him. He had been teasing her with very vivid images he had drawn with gentle whispers the whole evening which he accompanied with kisses and strokes at tantalizing places like her neck or just under the rim of her sleeve. It had affected him so much that he needed to feel her, see and hear her passion.
She was already aroused , he could see that when looking at her breasts - begged to be touched by is hands - which were crowned by the small and yet very hard pebbles. It was also in her blazingly crystal blue eyes.
She drew in her breath when she saw his gaze land on her nipples. His strong hands cupped the full mounds gently from beneath. Taking each nipple between thumb and forefinger of each hand he started rubbing them gently. A throaty sigh came out of her plush half open pink lips. She needed to get in touch with him, pressing her hips against his already bulky groins was a good start .Slightly rhythmic. Oh yes, that was good, she thought. It increased the urgency he was already feeling. He took her top off, he wanted to see all of her pale soft skin. When it was off, which took way too long for his taste - did she really have to wear these complicated frilly things ? - his hands quickly searched there way back to her breasts. “ Are you wet for me? “, whispered he in her ear. Oh yes, you bet I am, she thought. She could feel the liquid pooling between her legs. But what she really wanted was his finger sliding over her clit and her lips, feeling his way along to her wet vagina . So she breathed back “Feel it yourself” . He didn’t wait to be asked twice. One hand slid down along her tummy into her trousers and her panties. Exactly as she wanted - into her cleft and along her clit , shortly teasing it and continuing further to her hot canal. When his forefinger slid into her, she felt so touched inside. Throaty noises, getting louder with every stroke by his skilled fingers, came out of her mouth of their own volition. She couldn’t stay quiet. And she couldn’t stop herself to take over the teasing of her nipples. It wasn’t enough what he did with one hand. She needed more. She pushed his hand away, filled her hands with her swelling breasts and kneaded the dark pebbles herself.
Both were breathing labored by now. He needed to see his hand on her stubbles. He could feel them but he needed to see the contrast - his big hand on her private flesh. Pulling his hand out of her vagina he slid around to her hip, pushed the other hand - now free anyway- inside her panties and pushed all of it over her nice round butt to expose her soft skin there, down her hips and freeing the stubbles on her pelvis for his eager gaze and feel. She liked that a lot , to feel the air so suddenly on her skin was exhilarating. In a direct answer she pushed her naked butt against his still trousers clad cock. She could feel the size of it, the eagerness. The stark contrast of her naked skin against the fabric was deliciously arousing.
One of his hands slid back into her now wet lips, wet with her own liquid that he had used when sliding out of her. He caressed her clit gently with doodling moves with one hand and simoultanously a finger of the other hand entered her vagina from behind. She gasped loudly. Her own work on her breasts - squeezing as she couldn’t find the finesse in her to do anything than that- the arousing work of his hands brought her to the brink of her climax . But he couldn’t bear it. He needed to be inside her. His hands disappeared and after a second or so she felt the fullness of his cock at her entrance from behind. She bent over a bit more to give him better access and then he was in with one forceful stroke. She left her breasts alone as she needed to stabilize herself in the sink and looked into the mirror to watch them . He did the same for a moment.
She was beautiful in her arousal. That was just for a moment, he needed to feel her, feel the embrace of her inner canal around his very hard cock, needed the friction of gliding in and out, so he pulled his penis out of her hot , tight and so wet pussy. He could see the liquid glistening on his penis. But just a glimpse and then it was back into her swollen flesh. With strong strokes he caressed her inner walls. Always trying to reach another point inside her. She screamed her pleasure out . With every stroke she felt the climax coming . She urged him on “ more , faster , longer strokes “ . He slid a finger to her clit, pressing it gently. She screamed very loudly and clamped her vaginal walls around his cock. He nearly came. It took a lot of control not to come at that intense feeling. After a few moments he wanted to withdraw. But no, she seemed to have other ideas. “Don’t!” she said. “ Leave your finger on my clit. Don’t move. Wait.“ and the she worked her inner muscles around his penis. It was delicious pressure. As was watching her in her current state in the mirror. Her eyes blazed, the skin tone had changed to rose. Her nipples were even darker , if that was possible. “ Stroke my clit and my lips please, slowly” she said. He complied happily with a few strokes before she demanded a “ faster “ approach. Oh god, she was delicious. He could see the two mounds of her butt and his cock coming out of her deep red lips underneath. It was nearly unbearable. He increased the speed and that was enough for her to come again. He pumped into her. Again and again. The pressure on his sack with every push let his arousal spike into his climax......