You emerge from the bathroom in a gorgeous dress, twirling to show yourself off to your boyfriend.
Gareth's eyes widen in appreciation as he takes in the sight of you, his gaze roaming over every curve and contour of your body.
He sets his drink down on the coffee table, his movements slow and deliberate as he rises from the couch.
"You look stunning," he says, his voice low and husky. "Absolutely breathtaking."
He approaches you, his eyes locked on yours, and takes your hand, pulling you close. He spins you around, his fingers tracing the outline of your dress, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
Gareth's eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, his gaze never leaving yours. He continues to spin you around, his hands roaming over your hips, your waist, your breasts, as if he can't get enough of the sight of you.
Finally, he stops, and you're facing a large mirror that hangs on the wall.
"You know, I think you'd look even more stunning with me behind you," he says, his voice dropping to a whisper.
He presses himself against you, his chest against your back, his hips aligning with yours. He meets your gaze in the mirror, his eyes burning with desire.
βGar..β you start to mutter.
Gareth's hands slide around to your front, his fingers tracing the curve of your breasts, his thumbs brushing against your nipples. He nuzzles the side of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
"Shh," he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. "Let me show you how beautiful you are."
He tugs the zipper of your dress down, his fingers slipping inside, his touch igniting a fire within you.
βGareth. We have a charity event to get to,β you sigh and giggle.
Gareth's hands pause, his fingers teasing the edge of your dress, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Oh, right," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The charity event. Where we have to pretend to be interested in rich people's donations."
He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "But I'd rather be interested in something else right now."
He tugs your dress down further, his hands slipping beneath the fabric, his fingers exploring your skin.
Gareth grins mischievously, his fingers trailing up your thighs as he pushes your dress up higher. He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a searing kiss.
As his tongue tangles with yours, his hand slips between your legs, his fingers caressing your most sensitive spots.
"Fuck the charity event," he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and dripping with desire. "I want you, right here, right now."
His eyes lock with yours in the mirror, his gaze intense and hungry.
Gareth's kiss deepens, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth as his fingers continue to tease you. He pulls back, his lips tracing a path down your jawline, his breath hot against your skin.
"Watch," he whispers, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror.
He steps back, his hands dropping to his belt buckle. He releases it with a smooth motion, his zipper sliding down as he frees himself.
His eyes never leave yours as he approaches you, his erection prominent and ready.
Gareth's gaze darkens with desire as you begin undressing him.
He pulls you close, his hands roaming over your curves as his lips crash into yours in a passionate kiss. Pulling back, he gazes at you hungrily through the mirror.
"I want to watch every inch of you," he growls, his fingers hooking into the hem of your dress.
Slowly, he peels the fabric away, his eyes drinking in the sight of your naked form reflected back at him. "Fucking gorgeous..."
You both kneel down in front of the mirror. βGarethβ¦β
Gareth's eyes never leave yours as he positions himself behind you, his hands wrapping around your waist.
He pulls you close, his erection nestling against your skin, and his lips brush against your ear.
"Say it," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "Say my name."
He pushes himself against you, his hips grinding against yours as he teases you with the promise of what's to come.
βGar,β you breathlessly pant.
Gareth's eyes darken with desire as he hears you say his name.
He grips your hips firmly, guiding you down onto his throbbing length. A low groan escapes his lips as he fills you, his gaze locked with yours in the mirror.
"Fuck, Y/N..." he growls, his hips beginning to roll as he sets a steady pace. "You feel so good..."
His hands roam your body, caressing your curves as he thrusts into you. The sounds of your moans and the slick slide of your bodies fill the air, creating an intoxicating symphony.
"Look at us," he murmurs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. "So perfect together..."
Gareth's grip on you tightens, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you down further onto his cock. His thrusts become more forceful, more primal, his body language screaming with raw desire.
"Take it," he growls, his lips biting down on your shoulder. "Take it all..."
His fingers release your hips, instead wrapping around your waist, holding you in place as he pounds into you.
"You're so hot," he mutters, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. "You're so tight..."
Gareth watches in awe as your eyes roll back, a look of pure ecstasy washing over your features. He can't take his eyes off you, mesmerized by the way your body responds to his touch.
"Fuck, Y/N..." he groans, his hips snapping into you with renewed fervor.
His grip on your waist tightens as he feels his own climax approaching, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I'm so close..."
His eyes dart between your face in the mirror and where your bodies are joined, the sight of your pleasure-flushed skin only adding to his own building release.
"Come with me," he demands, his voice strained. "Let go, baby..."
Gareth's fingers brush against your swollen clit, sending a wave of intense pleasure through your body.
Your eyes snap back into focus, and you feel your entire being tense up as his touch ignites a firestorm within you.
"Oh, fuck..." you whisper, your voice barely audible as his fingers begin to dance across your sensitive skin.
Gareth's grip on your waist tightens, his fingers digging in as he feels your body begin to tremble with the onset of your orgasm.
He presses his lips to the back of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
"Yes," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "Let go, Y/N..."
His fingers move in time with his thrusts, the sensation building to a fever pitch as your bodies slam together in perfect synchrony.
Gareth watches in rapt attention as your orgasm washes over you, your body trembling in his arms.
He can't tear his gaze away from the mirror, mesmerized by the pure ecstasy etched across your features.
With a guttural groan, he joins you in release, his hips thrusting erratically as he spills himself deep inside you.
"Fuck, Y/N..." he gasps, his voice hoarse with satisfaction. "That was..."
He trails off, unable to find the words to describe the intensity of what just transpired between you.
Tenderly, he brushes the hair away from your face, placing feather-light kisses along your jawline.
His grip on you slowly loosens, his hands caressing your curves in a gentle manner.
"You're incredible," he murmurs, his eyes shining with a mixture of adoration and lust.
βGareth,β you pant.
Gareth's hands pause, his fingers still tracing the curve of your cheek. He looks into the mirror, his eyes locking with yours, and smiles softly.
"Shh," he whispers, his voice a gentle rasp. "I'm here, Y/N. I'm right here."
He pulls you into a gentle, comforting hold, his arms wrapping around you as he presses his chest to your back.
The warmth of his body against yours is a soothing balm, calming the tremors that still run through your limbs.
"Easy," he murmurs, his lips brushing against the nape of your neck. "Just breathe. I've got you."
You turn back to him, softly pressing a kiss onto his lips.
Gareth returns your soft kiss, his lips moving slowly and sensually against yours. His hands gently caress your sides as he pulls you closer, savoring the intimate moment.
When he finally breaks the kiss, his eyes are shining with affection.
"You're incredible, you know that?" he murmurs, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. "I can't get enough of you."
He steals another quick kiss, a mischievous glint in his eye. "We should probably head to that charity thing before they send out a search party. Though I'd much rather stay here with you..."
βNo, we need to get to that event,β you giggle before shakily standing up and attempting to slip your dress on.
Gareth chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he watches you struggle to get your dress back in place.
He rises to his feet, his movements fluid and easy, and begins to help you smooth out the wrinkles in your dress.
"Here, let me," he says, his hands gentle as he adjusts the fabric to fit your curves.
His fingers brush against the soft skin of your back, sending a shiver down your spine.
"You're looking lovely, by the way," he says, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Almost as lovely as you did a few minutes ago, when you were getting..." he trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished as he grins mischievously.
You shush him, rolling your eyes playfully. βRemember the work event?β
Gareth chuckles and raises his hands in surrender, a playful grin on his face.
"Alright, alright, I get the hint." He straightens his own clothes and tie, making sure he looks presentable.
"We wouldn't want to be late for the big event, now would we?" He offers you his arm, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "Shall we?"
You grab his arm softly. As you walk out of his apartment, Gareth leads the way, his arm wrapped around yours in a possessive hold.
He smiles to himself, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having you by his side.
