More Than Lies (More Than #1)(96)

I run my knuckle up her back, brushing against her skin ever so lightly as I make my way to her bra. With both hands, I unhook the clasp and skim my fingers along her shoulders, pushing the straps off. The bra falls to the floor. I run my finger downward until I reach her panties where I treat them the same as her pants, pulling them down her legs.

When I look back into the mirror to view the sexy naked woman in front of me, she turns her face away. If I’m going to succeed in demonstrating the beauty I see in her, she must watch me. I place one hand over her hip, spanning my fingers out and digging into her flesh lightly to get her attention. That doesn’t work. She refuses to turn her face. With my other hand, I reach around to her front, placing my thumb and index finger on her jaw. I turn her face to where I want her to look.

“I want you to see what I see. I told you I’d show you, and that’s what I plan on doing, Tara.” Her eyes close, but only for a moment. “Keep looking into the mirror. I want you to watch us. I want you to watch me, and believe everything I say. More importantly, I want you to believe it about yourself, here.” I remove my hand from her face to place my finger to her temple and then I move to place my palm flat against her chest, over her heart. “And here.”

“Shawn.”

“Shhh, baby. Let me talk. You listen and watch.” I bend my head to lay a kiss on her shoulder. I lift my eyes, and when I do, I locate and lock them with hers in the mirror. I move my hand away from her chest to run it through her hair. “This hair.” I comb my fingers through the locks. “I like the way it feels when it brushes against my skin when you’re leaning over and kissing me at the same time you’re riding my cock.” Allowing her hair to fall from my grasp, I move to run a finger over her cheek. “This beautiful face, those gorgeous eyes, and those lips. I want to kiss those lips, then I want to fuck them, and then devour them.” I move my thumb across her bottom lip and continue down until my palm wraps gently around her throat. Her eyes start to flutter closed. “Open them. I’m not done.”

She complies.

I kiss her neck, making my way up to her ear where I suck in her lobe for a second and then lightly nip it as I pull off. I leave my lips against her ear, but move my hand down her cheek until I’m cupping one of her breasts. Tara sucks in air through her mouth. “I love your breasts. They feel nice in my hands. They feel as though they belong in my hands.” That causes a gasp to expel from her mouth. “They’re perfect, just like you, baby.” Pinching her nipple causes her to arch her back. She really does have perfect tits. Those alone would make a man stupid.

Moving down her belly, I skate across her hips until my hand runs over her smooth, round ass. I smirk at her in the mirror a second before my palm leaves her skin, only to return as heat bites into flesh when my palm smacks her ass with force.

“Ah.” Her breaths come out in pants. It’s a sound I enjoy. It makes my dick grow in size.

“This ass, Tara.” I squeeze making her squirm. “This beautiful ass makes my head spin. I love watching the way it moves when I slam into you from behind. The sounds we make when I do are incredible.” And the way that motherfucker jiggles is so fucking hot. Her chest heaves. “I want to fuck this ass so bad you have no idea. I want to feel how I know it’ll fit my dick like a glove the same way your pussy does, baby.” I move, rounding her hip until my hand is flat against her lower abdomen.

How does she not realize how beautiful she is?

“Tell me, Tara, tell me what you see in the mirror.” I can tell her these things all night long, but she has to believe them for herself.

The desire reflecting in her eyes vanishes as she looks critically at her body. That’s not a good sign that anything I told her took effect. And when she rolls her eyes, it pisses me off.

“A stretch mark.”

Is she delusional? Something tells me I shouldn’t verbalize that.

“I don’t see any stretch marks, baby. But even if I did, who the fuck gives a shit? I don’t. You’re still gorgeous, Tara. You can’t stand there looking into the same mirror I am, at the same woman I’m looking at, and tell me she isn’t beautiful. She is. Remarkably so. However, on to Plan B.”

I release her and take a step backwards while pulling my long sleeve T-shirt over my head. It gets tossed aside as I bend to pull off my boots and socks.

“Plan B?” She twists, turning her body to face mine.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

It’s strange. She is self-conscious about herself, yet she’s always been perfectly relaxed with me when she’s naked. I wonder if she realizes that. I didn’t until this moment. She’s casually standing in front of me, hands hanging loose at her sides, watching me undress myself. I love the way her eyes scan my body. If I notice the way she looks at me, surely she can see that I look at her the same way.

My hands go to the belt buckle locked around my waist. Tara’s eyes settle on me there, causing a smirk to form on my face. I pull the strap out of the buckle then release it and go for the button and zipper on my jeans. Once I have them open, I shuck them down my legs until I’m able to kick both them and my boxer briefs off.

“So this is where you show me what plan B is?” She hasn’t taken her eyes off my crotch, and as much as my dick is enjoying the way she’s licking her lips, I have other plans.