Agitated Postures

He finally came all over the sheets & scampered off to the bathroom to get a towel. I rolled over & put my head in the pillow. He came back & dabbed up his cum. I had some of it on my stomach. Normally I would've wiped it off, but I didn't care this time. He asked me if I was asleep & I rolled back over & told him I had to lie on my back to fall asleep, but that I couldn't stop obsessing about the hole in the ceiling. Don't think about it, he said. He sat up from the cold sheets & put his lips to the small of my back & dragged them up & down my spine. I laughed a little & asked him if anyone could see through it. Even though the room was almost totally filled up with sunlight, it was still dark. Anyone, anything could be on the other side of it. He told me that he tried to fill it up, but that the plaster wouldn't hold & kept splattering on the floor. He got up & rolled out his vertical mirror next to the bed. He straddled my back & pulled my hair until I got up on my hands & knees & stared into the mirror. He was fumbling around my ass cheeks as if he were trying to chisel out some entryway for himself, whispering don't worry over & over again into my ear. His warm & stiff fingers. I crawled passed the mirror. You don't want to look, he asked. Now he had the reflection all to himself & he quickly found his way inside. I glanced back over my shoulder & saw his eyes dancing over the image of his body, over the sweat that shone on his chest, the muscles that clenched one after the other, his portrait smile, my ass wriggling beneath his grip.