see you through my eyes
In my dreams he approaches me from behind. He towers over me by more than a foot, which is easy to do. Curling his arms around body, he engulfs me. I pull my hair aside, exposing the right side of my neck, leaning to the left a bit, exposing the soft patch of flesh. A tiny beauty mark in the crook of my neck. I feel the heat of his breath as he moves in to kiss that spot. His lips are full and wet and as they connect with my skin, a warm spark runs down my spine.
“I always thought of myself as overweight and unattractive.” Crazy, I think to myself. If he could see what I see. He’s like a warm blanket. We have discussed several times how he strangely reminds me of my father, and while it made the sexuality of our relationship a bit strange at first, there is also something calm and comforting about his presence in my life.
I imagine him kissing down my back. Worshiping my body like a temple he prays to. Touching and caressing my skin like a teenager with his first sports car. Adoration. He tells me I am beautiful, and I believe him- because I believe he truly knows what beauty is.
He is not a milquetoast lover. To this I know. For all his good manners and gentle ways, I know he’s quite an animal in bed. Respectful in his movement, but certain to get what he wants. Undressed, he pushes me down on the bed and proceeds to lick out my ass. This is always his first fantasy. His tongue licking and teasing my tight ass until he can taste the juice from my pussy dripping down. He knows how much I love this, and how I certainly won’t deny him this pleasure. Who am I to deny a man who can’t get enough of my ass??
When I finally can take no more, I climb on top of him. His big body beneath mine. Flesh on flesh. Tracing my fingers over his tattoos, the only secrets he still keeps from me. Dragging my nails over his skin. Wishing I could take a small blade and carve my name into his skin. I know he would love me to do this, but reality says we can’t. I want to mark him as mine though. Something permanent that he can look at- to remember me, as of course someday our paths will split- but he will always crave me.
Sliding his cock into my soaked and aching pussy, the world moves around us in a whirl of sex and emotion. His walls have been down for me from day one, and I am helpless but to open myself to him. Digging my nails deep into his chest, and watching his face wince from the pain of it- but still asking me for more. Always more. Leaning over him, his hand is up around my throat and his other hand has a handful of my hair. With this, he moves me up and down on his cock- thrusting upwards and cursing at me to fuck him, harder. My nails are still digging in to his chest, the skin breaking in some places and his blood, traces of his existence, are seeping under my fingernails.
Pushing me back, he climbs on top of me. His big hands holding both my wrists above my head. The other hand pinching my breasts hard. My legs spread wide to take him in- feeling his thick fat cock opening me and raising my hips to take him deeper. My arms are straight up over my head and I am unable to move from the grip of his big hands. I am watching a nail mark on his chest. The broken skin and the blood starting too pool into a small tear from his skin. He thrusts back and forth, hard and deep. “Is that what you want?” he calls me, using my name. Always my name. “I’m gonna cum deep inside you. I want to feel you cumming. Watch your face. Watch your body.” I am pinned down and fucked hard and deep. Feeling him rocking his cock back and forth inside me. Grinding against my clit. Feeling me dip my hips to take more of it. All of it.
Something stirs inside me and I focus my eyes into his. They are deep brown, insightful, honest, and passionate. He works my body like a mechanic works a car. Knowing what to turn, what to touch, what to tighten. He can sense what it will take to get me running. He feels me shaking beneath him. He watches my lips quivering and feels my thighs start to shake as my hip movements become slower and more deliberate.
I call out his name. My voice shaken and raw. He doesn’t stop moving, just moves more deliberately. Slower and deeper. Pushing his body against mine, rubbing my clit slower and harder as I shake and thrash below him. I am so close and he is patient. Waiting for me. The look in his eyes tells me to take what he is giving me. Our eyes lock and while it is forced and rough, there is light and music and flashes of electricity that I can feel though my body.
He feels me, and moves with me- through me. Together he pushes his cock into me- deep. I feel his heart pounding with each breath and I feel our souls connecting. Our lives intersecting in a way that can’t be undone- a moment we would never want to undo and that we have waited a lifetime for. He says my name, a sex enhanced mantra- as I call his out in ecstasy and release. Together we fold, back and forth- time and space and all the worlds between us fall away like water through a strainer and we are there- together.
Fucking.
Loving.
Connecting.
—
for you S. I’m forever changed for knowing you.
As I am forever changed by you.
Beautiful!
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I especially liked the last paragraph of this one…”a sex enhanced mantra…” is an especially nice line. Nicely written. Very arousing. *smiles*
[...] and Experiences Closer Cuntphobia Erotic Writing 102? In his arms (2) A Man’s Wetdream Mid Stroke See you through my eyes Sex on the [...]
[...] and Experiences Closer Cuntphobia Erotic Writing 102? In his arms (2) A Man’s Wetdream Mid Stroke See you through my eyes Sex on the [...]
[...] See you through my eyes [...]
[...] and Experiences Closer Cuntphobia Erotic Writing 102? In his arms (2) A Man’s Wetdream Mid Stroke See you through my eyes Sex on the Road Sticky Heat Stock and Bonds, ch. 1 Wear Nothing Beneath Your Housecoat Why I Missed [...]
[...] and Experiences Closer Cuntphobia Erotic Writing 102? In his arms (2) A Man’s Wetdream Mid Stroke See you through my eyes Sex on the Road Sticky Heat Stock and Bonds, ch. 1 Wear Nothing Beneath Your Housecoat Why I Missed [...]