Red Dress Smut for Stay-Rough Cut and unattached

She pulled his undershirt up and was kissing exposed skin before he could finish taking it off. In the mirror behind them he took note of her white hand resting on his sun darkened shoulder. He let his eyes travel over the reflection of her back in the mirror with her dark, dark hair and her red dress contrasting again with her pale skin. He pinched the tab of the zipper and pulled down, watching the material part like a curtain on more skin. She didn’t seem to be wearing anything underneath the dress. Or, at least nothing on top. Her mouth was at his neck now and her fingers were working his pony tail free.  He slipped one hand into the parted material at her back and reached down with the other to grasp her thigh just under the hemline.
She moaned at the contact and pressed tighter against him, raising further up onto her toes, her fingers making their way through his hair. He watched the muscles in her legs and back move and felt them under his hands. Wanting more, he used both hands to pull the dress apart but could only get so far. He forced himself to step away and held her back by bracing his hands against her hips.
“Duke…” She growled his name in frustration.
He smiled as he turned her around to face the mirror, slipping his hands into the dress and skimming them along her sides. The dress started slipping off, the straps sliding down her arms and with a subtle shimmy she shook it off to pool around her feet. What was left behind left him a little short of breath.
In the semi dark left by the candles and in the surreal image created by the reflection of the mirror, the red of the panties looked like a dark sin on her white skin. The audacity it took to use the word panties as a way to describe a triangle of red lace strung together by red satin and tied in a bow right above her ass put a strain on his reserve. For a moment he held back from touching her, taking in the sight of her skin reflecting the candle glow, unless it was her skin glowing all by itself again. She was still wearing her shoes and he bent to undo the little buckle on each one and to push them off her feet and toss them, along with the dress out of the way. He took his time kissing his way up one leg, letting his hand enjoy the smooth skin of her thigh until he was standing upright behind her again.
“Is this all you were wearing all evening?” He asked. One hand settled on her breast and the other came to her hip, his fingers laying against lace covered skin. She sighed and relaxed against him.
“I did have on shoes and I'm wearing stockings.”
“Mm. Yes. You are.” He reached down and plucked at one of the garters.
“And I did have a dress on.”
“Yes. You did.” His hand returned to her hip.
“Did you like it?” She reached behind and felt for his pants button.
“The dress?” He gave her breast a gentle squeeze.
“Mmhm.” She got the button undone and his zipper followed.
“No. No, I hated that dress.” He slipped his other hand under a satin band.
“Oh, really?” She smirked at him, knowing better, and her traveling hand wrapped around him.
“Yeah. Why do you think I took it off you so fast?” His voice had gone a little rough and now both hands were at her hips, clutching her back and close against him.
“I thought you were wanting to make sure I matched.” She wriggled against him, her hands tugging at his jeans, trying to push them down over his hips.
“I never doubted you.” One hand moved down to cup her, another moved to her breast. She moaned and closed her eyes.
“So… here it is. What you were waiting to see.” She returned the favor and his breath hissed out between clenched teeth.
“Mmhmm.” He caressed his palm over her nipple before giving it a gentle pinch. The fingers of his other hand were teasing at her entrance.
“So, what do you think?” Her voice had gone breathless and her head tipped back against his shoulder.
“That I want you to open your eyes.” He withdrew his hands to remove his pants.
She did and couldn’t repress a shiver of delight at what she saw. Duke stood behind her, naked and perfect and eyes shimmering silver. This time there was none of that awful, fearful tension he had shown before.  He pulled the quilt off the bed and folded it onto the floor just behind her.
“Duke?” She wasn’t even sure what she was asking. He stepped onto the blanket and held his hands out to her. She moved to him and let him turn her around in his arms to face the mirror again.
“I want you to watch, Jennifer. I want to watch you. So keep looking at the mirror. Okay?”
She nodded, eyes wide and focused on the spectacle in the mirror.  He pulled her down onto her knees with him. She watched his hands trace her frame along her sides and the contrast of his darker skin against her very pale skin was mesmerizing to her. She often felt small next to him, though never unsafe. And now, even though their size difference was starkly illustrated in the mirror, the sight and feel of him and his warmth all around her only fueled her increasing sense of power and she saw her own pale skin begin to glow at his next touch. The feel of his finger tips tracing lightly over her skin felt like electricity rushing over her and her eyes fluttered closed as she felt her body melt further into his, supported by a hand at her throat and the other fondling her sex.
“Open your eyes, Jennifer.” He withdrew his fingers until she complied. “Do you see it? Do you see how your skin is glowing?” She nodded. “Look at me. Watch me love you.” She felt and saw him move behind her and felt him pull at the bow of the panties then watched them fall away. And then he was holding his cock at her entrance.
“You’re mine, Jennifer. You’re mine.” He teased deeper into her entrance and she whimpered in protest when he pulled away.
“Say it. Say you’re mine.”
She smiled wicked at him and moved her hands to his hips. “You’re mine, Duke” she repeated to him as she pushed her hips down onto him, taking him further in. “You’re mine.” His eyes darkened and she felt him shudder slightly at her back. Feeling her triumph and pushing for more she took his hand in hers and drawing it up to her mouth, and gave his finger a long langorous suck. "I'm watching, Duke. Are you?" She repeated the salacious motion her eyes shining with merriment.
He smiled as he bent and kissed her shoulder before giving her a gentle bite there. She shuddered, but her eyes stayed open, meeting his in the mirror while she returned with a nip on the pad of his finger. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m yours Princess.” He pulled his hand away from her and guided her down until she was on her hands and knees before him, kissing her along her shoulder and neck. She pulled in a shuddering gasp and arched her back, her hair falling into her eyes. “I’m yours.” He waited until he could see her eyes again, glowing bright gold from behind the dark curls of her hair. “But you belong to me.” He pressed into her, still holding back from her, still waiting for her to give him what he wanted. Her frustration was a soft cry as she moved her hips in an effort to take him further again and was thwarted with his grasp on her. “Say it.” This time the bite was on the back of her neck and a little harder.
“Tell me you belong to me, Bright Eyes. Tell me that.” He moved just a little bit inside her and her eyes closed again. “Look at me, look at US, Jennifer. And tell me that you’re mine.” She opened her eyes and all of her breath and words caught in her chest and threatened to crowd out her heart. Duke’s eyes were still shining silver and his gaze on her felt like it could burn. “I’ll give you everything,” he promised with a whisper in her ear,  the devil himself tempting her now. “Just tell me that you’re mine too.”
“I am yours, Duke. I am. I always have been.”
He smiled at her. “That’s my Princess.” And then he was all the way inside her, and she couldn’t hold his stare in the mirror because she couldn’t help that with him seated fully within her, that fire inside her felt like it raged out of control and could only be contained in his hands. With his next thrust seeming to reach even deeper she couldn’t continue to hold herself up either and felt him follow her down, his mouth at her ear, whispering praise to her and demanding more in the same breath, in between kissing her and giving her soft love bites. “That’s right, Beautiful, show me how you love me. Tell me. Tell me again how you’re my Princess.”
“God Duke! I love you. I love you so much. I’m yours, you know I’m yours.”
“Always?” His movements were slow and gentle and she felt a spiraling inferno in herself that demanded more. He withdrew from her again, only his tip at her entrance, again.
“Yes! Duke...please!” She was going to go insane.
“Open your eyes, Jennifer.”
Did she actually just whimper in protest?
“Open your eyes. Look. See how beautiful you are.”
She did; again. And this time when he thrust into her he gave her what she wanted while he watched her face. One of his hands cupping her jaw so that she couldn’t turn away. She didn’t even try not to scream out her pleasure from it and was vaguely worried about his ears. He only smiled before he bent to kiss her shoulder again.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I’m yours,” she whispered back to him. “Always.”
“I know.”
And then he made sure neither one of them could get a coherent thought or word out.