Sarah watched Jareth in the mirror as he laced her up.
She was in her underthings; stockings, corset, knickers, and the filmy underskirt of her gown.
The stays squeezing her ribs were making her lightheaded, and in the mirror her eyes were dark and lips slightly parted. Jareth met her eyes and she felt her skin tingle.
He tied off the lacings, resting his hands on her hips, and through the fabric she could feel the heat of his skin.
Her breath was coming faster with anticipation; he was watching her with a look she recognized well.
“It took twenty minutes to get this far,” she said, voice husky, “I don’t have time for a distraction right now.”
Jareth raised his eyebrow at the challenge. “You say that to me, who controls time itself?”
He bent her forward over the vanity. Sarah stared straight ahead, watching as he unfastened his pants. He didn’t even bother removing her underwear, simply tugging the lacy fabric aside to press into her slick folds.
They watched each other, eyes locked on their reflections, as Jareth thrust and withdrew, as she rocked her hips back to match his motions, as she finally clenched, twisted, and came, her lover following a moment after.
Mirrors & Reflections
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Sarah watched Jareth in the mirror as he laced her up.
She was in her underthings; stockings, corset, knickers, and the filmy underskirt of her gown.
The stays squeezing her ribs were making her lightheaded, and in the mirror her eyes were dark and lips slightly parted. Jareth met her eyes and she felt her skin tingle.
He tied off the lacings, resting his hands on her hips, and through the fabric she could feel the heat of his skin.
Her breath was coming faster with anticipation; he was watching her with a look she recognized well.
“It took twenty minutes to get this far,” she said, voice husky, “I don’t have time for a distraction right now.”
Jareth raised his eyebrow at the challenge. “You say that to me, who controls time itself?”
He bent her forward over the vanity. Sarah stared straight ahead, watching as he unfastened his pants. He didn’t even bother removing her underwear, simply tugging the lacy fabric aside to press into her slick folds.
They watched each other, eyes locked on their reflections, as Jareth thrust and withdrew, as she rocked her hips back to match his motions, as she finally clenched, twisted, and came, her lover following a moment after.