It took every ounce of willpower to obey him but, the moment her eyes opened and locked on the image they presented in the mirror, Kami stared, transfixed. She had honestly never thought to use her decorating sense in bed-play but now... It all made so much sense now, didn't it? Not to mention being one of the most intensely erotic things she had ever witnessed. Her ego was more than brave enough to admit that - admiring her own curves against Shae's leaner body.
Dark eyes wide and her lips parted in delighted awe, Kami watched as Shae adjusted himself against her, body fitted to hers. She felt him deep and hard within her and she whimpered at the feeling of withdrawal that followed the fullness. His movements were swift and sure as his body dominated hers. Then to see it... Oh, god. Her senses reeled and, without conscious control, she licked her lips. Shae's body rose above hers, long and lean, the line of his back arching to aid his hips as they drove into her. The muscles of his backside flexed at each motion and she could easily see the tension in his arms.
Kami shivered deliciously beneath him and she curled her fingers towards her palms, feeling her knuckles brush her headboard with every thrust. Her nails pressed into the soft flesh of her palms as her body responded eagerly. Her breath hitched and a whimper escaped her. Even if Shae hadn't ordered her, there would have been no way to pull her eyes from the mirror at this point. Even the temptation to turn back to see the expression on his face outright paled in comparison to the new experience of watching their bodies meet and join so smoothly. It twisted something low in her stomach again; she knew he would get his wish soon enough if he continued to give and take so freely. Pinned as she was, there was little she could do to touch her lover back, though, and that kindled frustration and desperate hunger. Kami never liked refusal or denial and he was so very generous in all other ways.
"Shae," she hissed and her hips bucked demandingly upwards into one of his downward thrusts, following his name with a sharp gasp. She whimpered again. "You're drivin' me crazy. Are you watchin'? Do you see?" Her words slurred and purred, grammar leaving her as the heat low in her stomach began growing again and she offered her hips upwards to meet another thrust. She had to fight to keep her eyes open so she could obey his orders and watch the show. Bending her legs a bit, she lifted her knees to better trap him between her legs and it was easy to see the needy claim in the way her taut thighs framed and held his body to hers.
"D'you like watchin', too? D'you see what you're doin' to me?"
Breaking his earlier demand, Kami turned her head back to gaze heatedly up at his tense face from beneath heavy eyelids and he watched her mouth twist into a hungry smile, expression dark with lust. "You're gonna make me scream again," she promised. "You feel so, so, so good."
Just vocalizing even the slightest bit, of describing any part of what he was making her feel and need and burn for, brought her breath up short again and she moaned. The reality overwhelmed her, the tension inside growing with each stroke that drove her into both mattress and headboard. Her hands made fists again, desperate to touch him but forbidden. Increasingly breathless now, she bent a leg further and lifted it with dancer's grace to drape over the back of his thigh, knee pressing into his backside encouragingly. He slid deeper and she wavered.
She almost bit back the scream again, small pained noises escaping her, until she caught his intense, dark-eyed look - a look of dominating warning. Kami gave a short, obedient nod.
When the scream came, it erupted full and joyous as she tilted her head back in submission, offering her throat to him. His name could just barely be made out in the tangled noise, heavy and relieved. Her body again closed around him in wild flutters, gripping his shaft with grateful release, and he could feel her arms shaking beneath his grip as if she fought to grab him closer.