I hope you’re all well and managing to avoid the winter germs.
I’ve been absent for a few weeks. It always feels a bit odd not posting for Masturbation Monday, but real life has been kicking my arse, so writing has taken a back seat.
Hope you enjoy this one – I particularly love the gif 😉
“What do you want?”
Possibly the best question in the world. Ever.
Sometimes when he asks me that I get such a rush of thoughts and ideas that spill into my mind until I feel so full, that I don’t know where to start. I try to pick one, look at it from different angles, play with it, squeeze and pull it like plasticine, but another one pops up so the plasticine gets rolled in a ball again and I start over.
I can get frustrated with myself in those times: so much opportunity that feels wasted instead of focusing on one thing, one moment.
Thankfully, it’s not that way tonight. Tonight I know what I want.
“I want to watch you,” I say.
He looks a little surprised. We haven’t done this for a while. Then he smiles and I know he is remembering other times.
“Will you tell me?”
Possibly the second best question he can ask me.
I sling my legs over the arm of my chair, settling my skirt, getting comfortable. My wine glass is within reach. I feel a short, sharp burst of anticipation in my stomach and lick my lips, watching his eyes follow the wet line.
“Take all your clothes off, please. I want to look at you, I want to take my time.”
He pulls the t-shirt from the back of his neck up and over his head. I look at the width of his shoulders, the dark hairs on his chest that run into a line down the centre of his body and I rub my fingers together. Sensory memories cascade through me. I idly wonder how many times I have touched him, how many times he has given himself to me.
I know I can touch him if I want, but I wait. Tonight I want to watch every line of his body, every muscle working towards his pleasure. I want to watch his face and concentrate on each facial expression.
“Will you touch me tonight?” He asks as he pushes his jeans to the floor. Stepping out of them, he stands before me naked and already nearly fully hard. He once told me that he feels heat on his skin when I look at him this way, that he feels the stroke of my gaze running up and down his cock, almost like a hand.
I smile as I watch him thicken and lengthen a little more. Such a beautiful cock.
“Maybe.” I tease. “Take hold of your cock. Nice, long, slow strokes, please.”
He closes his eyes and inhales through his nose at the initial contact. He has his legs spread a little, for balance, and he does as I request.
“I love watching you,” I murmur. “You, now, like this… there is something so perfect about it. I can see how it makes you feel, how every muscle in your body reacts to your cock being touched. Even your toes feel it!” I laugh as I watch them curl into the carpet.
He huffs out a short laugh. “It’s because of you. Everything feels so much more intense because your eyes are on me.”
I like that. A lot.
I love knowing that I am the only one who gets to see him like this. He brings out every possessive instinct I have and as I watch his body, his hand on his cock, my eyes keep moving back to his face. He is looking back at me in such a way that my heart speeds up and I feel a little short of breath.
“Do it harder.” I say huskily.
I swallow and nod my head as I watch his forearm flex and tense. Oh that looks so good – his cock is really hard and his free hand starts to move over his chest, staying to play with his nipple.
I take a sip of wine and think about how I want to rub my naked body all over him.
“Tell me,” he whispers.
“I’m going to spank you in a bit.” I pause to hear his groan of approval. “I’m going to bend you over the table and make your ass a deep, rosy red. Then, just when all you want is for me to take your cock in my hand and make you come, you’re going to sit in that chair and I’m going to ride your cock while you feel the burn on your ass.”
“Fuck, yes!! I want that, I really do.”
He’s not the only one. The ache between my legs is almost unbearable now.
“I want to watch you come. I want to see you lose control, just for that moment. Will you show me?”
He nods, his eyes burning now.
“For you,” he murmurs.
His hand has sped up – it won’t be long now. I watch his muscles straining, see his forearm tense – there is such strength there. I covet it. I would love to know what it feels like, just for one moment to have all that power at my disposal. While I was at it, I’d love to have a cock. I would fucking love to know what that feels like; what I’m watching right now, as his head goes back, as he grits his teeth, working his cock hard and fast, squeezing his eyes shut and spurting white ribbons of come all over his hand and the floor.
His long, low groan is a primal, rough sound. A beautiful accompaniment to this intimate moment.
I watch his body relax, muscle by muscle, ligament by ligament. The strength is gone temporarily, but it will return soon enough.
He watches me with heavy lidded eyes as I wriggle my skirt over my hips and kick my knickers off.
He falls to his knees in front of me.
He knows what to do.
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