He Loves to Watch

Fiction, but based on real experiences!!

He Loves to Watch
by emcefyrs

You lay next to him, your arm lightly brushing against his, the only point of contact between your bodies. Your lovemaking earlier had been wonderful, and you knew you'd be intimate again before falling asleep for the night; Saturday nights often resulted in a second session, something you'd looked forward to since the first time you'd made love together. It always seemed somehow special, these Saturday nights - usually following a day together around the house, or shopping together, or any of a myriad of other things, always together. Weekends were for the two of you, and he enjoyed the time together as much as you did.

It had been doggie-style tonight, after a delicious several moments of sixty-nine, and you'd reveled in every second of it. His tongue had explored every inch of your bare pussy, slowly, lovingly, for what had seemed like hours before he'd suggested taking you from behind, and the mellow orgasm you'd had from his talented tongue had only served to fan the flames between your legs, and as tasty as his pre-cum had been, you'd eagerly shifted and presented your puss to his eager cock. You'd moaned softly as he'd slipped his long, thick shaft into you, inch by tantalizing inch, and you'd squirmed in ecstasy as he drove it in and out of you, it's heat adding to the desire in your crotch, until at last he'd fired his hot cum deep into you, and you'd come also, wave after wave of pleasure spreading out from your puss in rhythm with the spurts of hot liquid gushing into you.

You smiled now, remembering those moments, and you realized that your desires were awakening again. You glanced down at your nipples as you felt them harden - so pert and ripe, you thought. Slowly, you reached your hands up, gently cupping your breasts, then extending your fingers to your nipps. Your touch was light and soft, almost like a warm breath of air from his mouth, and you watched closely as your nipples rose in expectation. The aureole darkened a bit as your arousal increased, and you felt a slight flush come to your cheeks. A movement to your right caught your attention briefly, and you realized he'd turned slightly to watch you as you fondled your breasts. He does like to watch, you thought, and it had been a while since you'd last masturbated for him - and tonight seemed like a good night to share your pleasure with him again. You turned your face to his for a moment and smiled.

A slight stirring between your legs told you you were getting ready, but you decided to prolong your pleasure and his, so you kept your hands at your breasts, caressing their fullness slowly and deliberately, savoring the softness of your skin and the swollen firmness of your nipples. At last, though, the ache in your clit became too much, and you slowly moved your hand down your body to your crotch. Lightly brushing your mound with your fingers, you opened your legs slightly and slipped a finger down along the length of your slit. The touch on your aroused clit sent shivers through your body, and a soft moan escaped from your lips. God, this feels good! you thought. You forced yourself to bring your hand back up your body to your breast, but a moment later the ache became demanding again, and once more your hand found its way to your warm treasure.

"Why don't you slip down between my legs," you whispered softly, "for a good view?" You shifted slightly and opened your legs to him, raising your knees as he moved down and made himself comfortable, his face inches away from your wet pussy.

You smiled down at him, and thought briefly of the first time he'd watched you this way. It had been a night like tonight, you'd made love, and afterwards you'd laid in his arms, and somewhere along the line you'd found yourself idly playing with your wet puss, dipping a finger in now and then and bringing his cum out and up onto your clit. "Enjoying yourself?" he'd asked, and you'd answered "Yes. It feels so good. Wanna watch?" "I'd love to," he'd said. "I've always wanted to watch you." Afterwards, you'd learned that a previous lover had masturbated for him from time to time, and it had become one of his greatest turnons. "I've fantasized about it," you'd told him, "you between my legs watching me. I love to do it, and I'm glad you like to watch."

Now, you slowly circled your clit with your finger. It was swollen, and you could see it sticking up out of its hood, perhaps the quarter inch or so he'd estimated one time. Maybe he could take a close-up picture of it sometime, you thought - he does have a much better view of it than I do. It was slender, and glistening with the wetness you'd brought up to it from your puss. Gently, you rolled it between your thumb and index finger for a moment, amazed at how close that brought you to orgasm, and then you slipped your finger down inside yourself again.

Your left hand still cupped your breast, the fingers pinching the full nipple, pulling on it from time to time, and your right hand move rhythmically up and down your slit, building your desires to a white hot peak. Now and then you dipped one, sometimes two fingers into your wet puss, in and out, fucking yourself as he would with his wonderful cock, all the while rubbing your engorged clit with your thumb. When you got too close, you backed off for a moment, and let your hips fall back onto the bed and your breathing slow down a little. The need to climax was growing stronger by the minute, and you knew you could bring yourself off easily now, but this show was for him as well, and you wanted it to be fantastic, an orgasm that seemed like it'd never stop, with your pussy spasming on and on, forcing the rest of his cum out, mixed with your own sweet nectar. And too, you knew his cock had swollen again, though you couldn't see it, and you wanted the ache he was feeling to mirror the ache in your clit.

Finally, you brought your left hand down, under your leg, and slid two fingers into your wet hole, and your right hand moved up and down your slit, alternating between your clit and the lips of your labia, and your back arched up, and you knew it was time. Your hips raised up from the bed, and your hands worked your tight little puss together, and soon you were bucking uncontrollably, a low moan escaping your lips as you came. "Oh, God, does this feel good!" you whispered breathlessly as your orgasm washed over you, spreading out from your crotch in waves, flooding your senses. You continued for a few minutes, collapsed back onto the bed, and began again, one hand returning to your breasts, the other continuing with your clit. The aroma wafting up from your puss and the wetness between your legs acted like an elixir, and again you brought yourself up, up until you couldn't take it anymore, and you felt your cunt let go again, and once more a climax rolled over your body. So, so good, you thought, and as if possessed, your fingers started once again on the journey that would end with another climax. This time, your actions were slower, more deliberate, but also more demanding, and now your hips jerked up and down, your crotch thrusting up to meet your hand, and one hand suddenly didn't seem to be enough, so you brought your other hand down too, and your rubbing increased, harder, faster, rubbing your labia and your clit, no longer gently, up and down your slit, your pussy aching for that one last climax, and then it happened, and you let loose with a long, deep cry as your juices flowed out of you, down your slit and into the crack of your ass and onto the bed.

It was finally over, and you dropped your knees and flattened your legs on the bed, still open, your drenched puss still just inches away from his face. When you could finally open your eyes again, you looked down at him, still mesmerized by your treasure pot, and you watched as he rose to his knees and saw him take his thick cock in hand, pre-cum oozing out, and you watched as he stroked himself, hard and quick, to his own climax, his cum spurting out onto your breasts and your stomach and finally down onto your satiated puss, and you knew he'd enjoyed your show. Have to do this more often, you thought to yourself, and then you drifted off to sleep, a smile on your lips, his cum all over your body, and your wet puss ready for some rest of her own.

?2003 emcefyrs