Watching You, Watching Me

You asked me to come to bed after my night job, so here I am, but I’m not sleepy, and I don’t want to wake you. I take off my shoes, socks, and pants, and slide in next to you but I sit up against the headboard looking at my phone until I get tired enough to sleep.

You’re sleeping on your side facing me, and I must have disturbed you enough for you to notice me. You move your head onto my lap and hug my legs, but then you’re quiet, breathing rhythmically and sound asleep again.

I flip through Facebook on my phone with one hand while the other absently plays with your hair. Ten minutes goes by, maybe fifteen, and I’m getting drowsy. Your head makes a tiny twitch, and then I feel your hand slide along my boxers to the center, to the fly. Without opening your eyes, you slip your hand inside the slit and find me soft and relaxed. Your thumb and fingertips knead me, quickly bringing a response, and I grow hard in your hand.

I set my phone aside and give you my full attention, both hands now twisting in your hair, gathering any curls that obscure my view. From where I sit, I can see the side of your face, your eyes now open and focused on my hard cock in your hand. Your hand slides up and down, not fast, but not slow. Your lips part and your tongue reaches out, just barely touching the back of my shaft with the tip of your tongue.

You angle me toward your face and take my tip between your lips. With a slight shift of your head, you slip most of me in and now close your eyes, softly sucking on my cock. I close my eyes and lose myself in the feeling, so I’m a little startled when I feel your hand take my wrist. You pull my hand down to your face and slide me out of your mouth. Your hand guides mine, and you wrap my fingers around my shaft and together we stroke it up and down while I watch you watching. After a few moments, you remove your hand, but I keep the same rhythm, up and down, up and down, not too fast, not too slow. You reach out your tongue again so you are licking the back of my fingers as I stroke.

I like being watched, and I can see that you like watching. I notice your hand slip under the sheet, and I can tell by the hidden rustling that you are touching yourself now. I return my tip to your lips and you kiss me and taste my pre-cum with your tongue. I stroke just a little faster, imagining shooting my cum onto your lips and face.

I throw the sheet back with one hand, so that you can see that I’m naked but for a T-shirt, and I have two fingers inside myself with my thumb on my clit. My mouth was open waiting for you to come, but now I roll over and straddle you, and I begin rubbing myself while my hips move in sensuous circles, a show just for you. Through my spread legs, I can see your hard cock aching for me. You raise your hips just a little and rub your tip back and forth across my glistening wet lips.

I pull my fingers out of myself and slide them into your mouth so you can taste my salty wetness. Then with both hands, I hold your face against me while I rub myself against your tongue and lips. You lick me and suck on me, hungry for every drop, and I sway and moan.

Desperate to be inside me, you shift back to where you’d been and raise your hips enough to push your tip between my lips. Then you use both hands to guide my hips down, plunging all of you deep inside me. With a low groan, I grind against you with my eyes closed and back arched. You wrap an arm around my hips, and you hold me tight as you roll us over, staying all the way inside me.

With me on my back, knees up, and my fingers digging into your back, we lock on each other’s eyes, and you can see how much I love you. I kiss your mouth, our lips hungry, our tongues tasting, and then you bury your face in my neck and hair and let out a loud, ecstatic groan as you come, your legs quivering as you fill me with all that you have.