Elijah’s eyes widened at her bare chest and he found himself staring. He admired the fullness of her chest and realized just how much he wished he could reach out and cup them. His eyes flickered back up to hers and seemed ten times darker. Lust was overwhelming him and the obvious bulge in his pants was making itself known.
“I promise to you I am going to find a way in there sooner or later,” he said, speaking lowly. Elijah watched as her hands slid down to her breasts and she touched them. His own hand dropped down to where he was hard and he adjusted himself. He’d eventually give him and touch himself, but he wished to savor this experience.
Keeping his eyes on hers, his fingers toyed with the edges of his briefs before he slowly pulled them down and off.
Her dark eyes dragged over him as he took off his underwear, just appreciating his naked form in that moment. Back in their day, nudity was common. Especially when they went to bathe. So the male anatomy wasn’t unfamiliar to her. Not to mention she was in a mirror. People tended to dress and undress in front of them.
“Good.” She whispered huskily, speaking more in the moment than with her actual mind. The logical part of her was banning the thought of Elijah actually coming into the mirror with her from becoming an actuality. It was too dangerous. He could become trapped in there with her--but god she wanted it. Wanted him. She dragged her nails over her breasts, leaving red streaks on her skin. She liked the sharp little bite of pain.
Her hands slowly lowered on her body to the hem of her panties before swiveling her hips and shimmying them down to a pile at her feet. Exposing herself just as much to him.
