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DarkNites: Reflection
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
DarkNites: Reflection
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Anne was exhausted. Lia's disappearance and the subsequent cross-
country pursuit had taken a lot out of her. Still, her readers would love it.
Her agent had already pronounced it a best-seller. She glanced at her watch.
Midnight! She groaned softly. That made 6 hours straight. She turned off her
Mac IICX and headed out of her office.
Adam was stretched out on the bed in nothing but his boxers. She
collapsed on the bed beside him, her face buried in a pillow. He lifted one
eyelid and stretched out one hand to rub her back.
"Bad day?" He got a groan in reply. "God, your shoulders feel like
iron."
"They hurt like hell..", she replied. "What I need is a long soak
in a hot, hot bath." She peered hopefully at him over the mound of the pillow.
He gave a soft laugh and propped himself on one elbow.
"Does My Lady want soft music and candlelight with her bath?" She
rolled to her side and lifted one arm to hook around his neck.
"Milady would bless your very name for all eternity.."
"Hmmm." He swung off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Anne
took the time to send up silent thanks to the guardian angel that had got her
to marry that infuriating, wonderful man...
Ten minutes later, mellow jazz floated through the room. Adam padded
to the bed totally naked. Without a word, he swept her up in his arms and
headed back to the bathroom. Anne wrapped her arms around his neck, a
deliriously happy smile plastered on her lips.
He let her down beside the steaming bath, the candlelight turning
the foam a rich gold. She stood still as he peeled the sweats off her body.
Then they both stepped into the bath. Adam winced as the heat hit his calves.
He would never get used to the near scalding temperatures she liked for her
baths. Still he forced himself to ignore the pain as he slid down into the
water and held out his hands to her. She came down to him, water sloshing
over the sides as she leant back against him. She relaxed almost immediately
with a sigh, her head dropping back against his strong shoulder. Adam smiled
as a happy purring started somewhere below his left ear.
He started stroking her body with long, sure strokes, bringing up the
water to pour over her shoulders. Then he pushed her limp body off him,
and propped her against her bent knees. He took up a wooden ladle and
poured the steaming water over her shoulders, letting the heat loosen the
muscles up before he worked them over with his hands. Beneath him, Anne
groaned softly as his thumbs forced the tension out of her body.
Then the water was pouring over her head. Sighing, she pushed her
wet hair out of her face. Then she relaxed again as she felt his hands
against her scalp, rubbing around in circles as he worked the shampoo into
a rich foam. She didn't give a damn what he was doing, she just needed that
wonderful head massage to go on forever. Those deliciously hypnotizing hands
stroked her head until she was groaning from the sheer pleasure. Then the
water was washing the foam away and she was pulled back against his chest.
She snuggled up to him, his arms coming around her making her feel completely
sheltered and safe. She let out a soft yawn and closed her eyes, completely
content.
A little later, as the water became a little too cool for comfort,
he roused her. A little disoriented, she let him lead her out of the bath
to the middle of the room. Shivering a little, even in the warm air, she was
grateful as he started to rub her down with a plush towel. It went slowly
around over her body, the texture sensitizing her skin. Even cushioned in
a few layers of sleep, she loved the feeling of his hands running over her
breasts, between her thighs. Suddenly, she came a little more awake. Since
when had that thing got there?
He sensed her puzzlement and looked in the direction she was looking.
They were reflected in the huge, full length mirror in front of them. He
stepped behind her and dropped the towel to reveal her nude body in exquisite
detail. Her eyes were wide, the sleepiness gone as her gaze wandered over
herself. Adam lifted his hands to her hips, stroking down her legs. Her
lips parted in the mirror, her eyes following the movement of his hands.
He bent his head to plant a soft kiss on one shoulder, hands moving up
ever so slowly to cup her breasts. In the mirror, her eyes met his, suddenly
filled with a glowing hunger.
She leant back against him, eyelids sweeping down halfway, her hands
going behind her to clasp his butt. He looked at her, completely sensual and
giving him complete access to her body. It made his heart start pounding in
slow hard strokes, sending the blood rushing to his semi-erect cock. His
gaze in the mirror grew more intense, sending thrilling shivers down her spine
as she felt the hardness of his penis prod her buttocks.
She saw him squeeze her breasts, felt her nipples tighten and his
mouth blowing into her ear. Shuddering as the sweet pleasure awoke her
sluggish senses, she rubbed her ass against him. Then suddenly, she
felt him lower himself, guiding her to her knees. He parted her legs,
kneeling between them. She came alive as the warm air hit her exposed crotch,
the currents arousing her every so slightly. One arm came across her stomach
anchoring her to his body as the other stroked down her side.
Her fevered gaze watched his hand as it travelled over her stomach,
lower and lower to the bush between her thighs. She saw his touch just as
she felt it. A strangled cry escaped her tight throat, her nails digging
into his butt as his fingers slipped between her inner lips and found her
wet clitoris. Heat spread through her body as she saw and felt everything
in 3-D. Never had she been so turned on in her life as that moment when
she watched her husband make love to her.
The pleasure was overwhelming, sweet yet incredibly powerful.
She couldn't tear her eyes away as his fingers moved in faster circles.
She watched as her hips began to jerk and thrust involuntarily, her thigh
muscles shuddering under the strain. The tension built within her twice
as fast and twice as strong. The pace of his thrusting fingers quickened and
roughened, giving her the hard, delicious stimulation she needed. Her eyes
flew to her face in the mirror, drinking in the undiluted pleasure in her
expression. Then she saw it in her own eyes as her orgasm exploded within
her. She screamed.
Adam had to hold up her sagging body, the sound of her strangled
sobs in her ears. He twisted her around and buried her in his arms, feeling
the shudders of the aftermath, her sobs fading away to short gasps. Then
he lowered her to the chilly floor, his body on fire after witnessing that
explosive climax. He had gloried in the expression on her face, the sight
of her spread-eagled body twisting uncontrollably with his hand buried between
her legs. He needed relief. He needed her.
Her body arched up to meet his. Anne wanted so much more. She was
burning with the dark, dangerous sensuality that had awakened within her.
She felt the hardness of his cock slide between her eager thighs, saw the
fire in his eyes. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him down
to claim his lips.
Adam felt the passion in her match every bit of his own. Her tongue
moved like lightning, teasing and twisting in his mouth. He pressed down
on her, the urge to mate was quickly becoming unbearable. It didn't help
that her soft, wet flesh was gyrating against his groin, inviting..
No, demanding!
Anne sneaked a glance at the mirror out of the corner of her eye.
The sheer sensuality of the picture they made instantly turned her on
mentally and physically. Adam's perfect body between her legs, his dark
tan against her skin, his lips at her ear. And then he plunged into her.
She arched up with a gasp, her body rising to meet his. Her eyes
flew to his, guilt suddenly filling her for not being there with him. For
being in the mirror. He saw the embarrassment in her eyes, the flush rising
in her cheeks. He forced down the urge to thrust again.
"Its alright.", he said in a husky voice. "Watch me make love to
you..." He turned his head towards the mirror. A few seconds later, he saw
the gratefulness in her eyes. He turned back to the distraction of her
body and let loose.
She saw him start up with long, slow strokes, his hips rising and
falling between her legs. She moved her legs higher up his back so she
could see his shaft sinking into her body. A deep groan from Adam made
her suddenly realize that her position let him penetrate her completely..
Swiftly, she widened her legs, letting his body come in closer to
her clitoris. Adam started to grind himself against her at the end of each
stroke, the combination of her clitoris rubbing against her pubic bone
and a hard shaft buried to the hilt in her, satisfied her in a deeply
emotional way. She watched him as he picked up the pace, watched him
grimace, trying to hold back his orgasm as long as possible.
She let herself go, moving with him in a rhythm as old as time.
Their bodies glowed in the candlelight, the light reflecting off the
perspiration on their skin. She felt the familiar desperation well up
within her, her body moving instinctively to maximize her pleasure. She
groaned his name, begging him to thrust harder. He did.
Adam heard her triumphant cry as his body slammed into hers. He gave
no thought to gentleness now, his body totally out of control as he went
after his own pleasure. The friction on his cock was unbelievable as her
muscles contracted around him. The tension mounted in him even as he fought
from coming until she did..
Anne's stomach muscles were completely clenched, her head thrown back
as her body jerked upwards against the tiles with every collision of their
bodies. Suddenly the level of tension within her shot up, every muscle in
her body freezing as her climax approached. Adam's thrusts grew faster
even as her muscles started trembling under the strain. Then the suspense
broke and she arched towards him with a wild cry.
Adam felt every single contraction of her vagina, saw the ecstasy in
her wild eyes and then he was exploding with her. The pleasure spread
through him with every pulse of his throbbing cock, down to his very toes.
And then the blessed relief.
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They were still on the floor of their bathroom, wrapped in damp
towels to keep of the chill. She was buried in his arms, with only the
tip of her nose showing above his shoulder. Most of the candles had
died, spluttering out with a fizz.
"How did you know?" came the quiet question. She gestured helplessly
with one hand. "Mirrors have always been a secret fantasy.."
"Not very much a secret.", he smiled against her cheek. "Lost Loves.
Your second book. I've been going crazy all these years wondering who you
did that with.."
"No one.", she whispered. "I know.", he answered.
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