There was something deeply fulfilling in seeing his partner reach that place of absolute ecstasy and knowing that he had been the one to lead her there. Yes, his male ego was totally satisfied with these new developments...his male anatomy, unfortunately, was not. And now she was teasing him again, coaxing him toward his own orgasmic destination with every touch, every honey-sweet promise that dripped from those gorgeous lips.
Torture. And he sure as hell wasn't going to take it anymore.
His answer to her question was more growl than actual words, and within moments he'd pitched her sideways onto the mattress as he rolled over her. His cock protested the sudden loss as he stretched his body against hers, and the newly freed member slid hotly against her inner thigh, smearing the evidence of her climax over her sweat-slicked skin.
Shae used these moments of relative separation to regain some of the mental control he'd lost; without the pulsing, greedy clench of her muscles around his shaft, he could delay the inevitable for a few moments longer. He ducked his head to capture her lips in a kiss that was equal parts desperate and dominating, then stretched her arms above her head, pinning her so that her knuckles rapped against the headboard.
A supremely self-satisfied smirk twisted his lips as he looked down at the woman beneath him, cheeks flushed and bosom heaving against his own chest from the pleasure he'd given her. His attention was diverted for a moment as he caught movement in his peripheral vision, and he realized that he'd completely forgotten about the bevy of mirrors positioned around the room.
Oh. Oh, mais oui.
The next look he gave her was positively devilish, and he released one of her wrists long enough to knead at her breast with his fingertips. "I lahk da soun' of yo' scream, ma cher," he purred dangerously, situating himself between her legs again and pressing easily inside her with a low groan of contentment. "I wan' heah 'dat 'gin, you unduhstan'?"
He jolted his hips against her abruptly, shocking her with the sudden force; the headboard jarred sharply against the wall in response, and he almost laughed aloud with glee. He repeated the motion, letting a good portion of his weight rest against his lover as he proceeded to pound her into the mattress. Brusque as they might have been, his movements were still strangely...natural, as though their joined bodies were no longer two separate pieces, but one large, broken entity struggling to reconnect itself.
"Look," he barked between thrusts, his breath coming hard and fast as the headboard kept their rhythm with its stilted staccato beat. He gripped her chin firmly in his hand and turned her head to face the full-length mirror just opposite them. "Look at 'dat, what I do ta you. I wan' you ta watch."