Chapter 4 — Winter Affair – Episode 1: The First Forbidden Beginning in the Car (4)

Sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, casting a glow over the stained sheets. She lay beside me, limp and spent, her fingers slowly trailing down my arm even as her eyes stayed closed—as if she feared losing touch even in sleep. I pulled her up gently into my arms.

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

Without a word, she nodded and followed me into the bathroom.

I positioned her in front of the bathroom mirror. Her loose knit dress had already slithered to the floor, and beneath it, she wore nothing. Her bare body was exposed to the morning light. She braced her hands against the edge of the sink and looked at me through the mirror.

“Love… I look strange right now… my face…”

“No. Look. See how beautiful you are. See how much you want this.”

I swept her damp hair back with one hand while the other slid between her thighs. In the mirror, I watched her bite her lip and arch her hips.

“Haa… still so wet…”

“You’re the one showing me. Telling me you need me.”

I pressed myself against her lower back and pushed inside. Suck… The slick sound echoed off the tiled walls.

She gripped the edges of the sink, closing her eyes—then forcing them open again. She wanted to see herself, every shift of expression, clearly.

“Ugh… love, my face… I’m losing it…”

“Keep looking. Watch how you change.”

Each deep thrust made her lips part with short, sharp cries. The mirror reflected everything—the sway of her wet breasts, droplets of sweat on her skin, the glazed hunger in her eyes as she neared climax.

I circled her clit with my fingers. Her legs trembled, threatening to give way as she clung to the sink.

“No! I’ll come just from seeing myself like this!”

“Good. Come exactly like that. See how filthy you are for me.”

She screamed out, a raw, broken sound.

“Ughaaaaaah!!”

I felt her walls clamp down, pulsing hotly around me. Still, I didn’t stop—driving into her roughly, relentlessly.

“Look in the mirror. You’re coming again.”

“Aaah!! Again, again… love!”

Her body convulsed in waves, clinging to the sink as her head dropped forward, breathless and undone.

With one final thrust, I buried myself deep and spilled inside her. Thick warmth pooled within, then slowly seeped down her thighs, dripping onto the white tiles below.

The mirror showed it all—her ruined expression, tangled hair, skin flushed red. She panted heavily, pressing her forehead against the glass.

“Love… I can’t keep this face to myself anymore. I’ll only show it to you.”

Still inside her, I kissed the curve of her back.

“That’s right. This is mine now. Every part of you—only for my eyes.”