Eyes On Me - NSFW

Hi baby, I’m so glad you’re home. How was your day?

Oh, it sounds like it was stressful, and things didn’t go right. I’m sorry, I know you’ve had a long, hard day. You always work so hard to take care of us.

Come here, baby. I bet I can do something to help you relax, make you forget about today, and maybe even tomorrow. My big, powerful man needs to be taken care of sometimes, too. Let me do this for you.

Come to the bedroom and let me undress you. My hands shed the layers of clothes caked with your hard work and sweat one by one by one until your glorious body is revealed to me. Doesn’t that feel better?

Leading you by the hand without a word, I bring you to the bed. Come, get on the bed, and sit in front of me while I lay hands on you. Let me work the tension from your shoulders. As my fingers massage your tired muscles, the stress and weight of the world melt away. That’s it, such a good boy.

I pepper kisses across your skin, and you relax even further, your shoulders slumping. You lightly moan, letting me know it feels so good for you. Leaning into my touch, you’re desperate for more. Of course, anything for you, my love.

More light caresses and kisses dot across your skin. That’s my boy. Lean back, my love. Lean on me so I can whisper to you how much I love you. Feel my body pressed against your back. So warm. My breasts press against you, and my hands in your hair, nails lightly raking your scalp. So soothing. You snuggle in against me to give me better access to you.

You good, baby? Excellent. I wrap my arms around you and let my fingers ghost across your skin, sending ripples of goosebumps down your flesh. Your nipples twist and tighten into buds that are just begging to be tugged on. A relaxed giggle and pleasurable hiss escape your lips as I roll each rosy bud between my fingers, tugging and pinching. Your cock hardens as your need grows.

I kiss you and call you a good boy. Your cheeks now match the dusty pink of your nipples. I love how you always get so shy when I praise you. Your hand snakes down to paw at your now stiffened cock. I swat your hand away and tell you no. This is mine. Your groans of protest do not move me.

I point to the mirror at the end of our bed. I’m going to take you apart, and you’re going to watch me do it. You groan again, but not in protest, but in anticipation, before you tuck your hands under my legs, trapping them. That’s my good boy.

I run my hands over your body. From your belly to your chest, everywhere. My hands dip lower, but they never touch your cock. They ghost around your groin and hip, but they never near your promised land. Uttering a plea of whiny desperation, you shift, trying to entice me to touch you. You want me to touch your cock; you need me to touch it.

In due time, my pet. We will get there, but I need you to relax more. My hands continue their delicate dance over your skin, kneading, massaging, caressing, and you melt into me. Yes, just like that. Good boy. Relax into my touch. Focus on how it feels.

Your head leans back on my shoulder, and your eyes are closed. No, baby, I need you to watch me. Watch how I touch you. Now, I slowly slide my hand down your body, to your cock, and your eyes follow. Your breath hitches in your throat as I wrap my hot little hand around it. I love how velvety and hot your cock feels. Delicate skin, but so hard and needy.

My hand strokes it, slowly drawing out the sensation. You curse breathlessly as my hand gently and leisurely works your cock. Is it sensitive? Yeah? I keep stroking. Oh, baby, I love those delicious little sounds you keep making. Look, look in the mirror. Eyes on me, pet. Look how good my hand looks wrapped around you, stroking you. You have such a pretty cock. Oh, you like that, don’t you?

I see you; I see your cheeks redden when I praise you. No, no, baby. Don’t look away. You need to know how beautiful you are. I tighten my grip slightly, pre-cum welling at the tip of your ruddy cock.

That’s it. Just like that, so good for me. Look at that precious little pearl of slickness. Mmm, I wish I could taste you. I bet you taste so good. I run my finger through it, sliding it around your crown. Oh, there it is, that sweet little bundle of nerves that sits where your shaft meets your head. My finger circles and slides across it gently.

Does that feel good? Your fluttery eyes and partially open mouth tell me it does. I love to make you feel good. You look so sexy like this. No, don’t be bashful. My hand goes back to stroking you, while my other hand twirls and tugs at your nipple, making you keen.

Oh yes, look at how you’re leaking now. I pull at your cock and another bead of sweetness slips from it to ooze down my fingers. Fuck, I love it so much. Your cock is so shiny and thick. Look at how fucking hot you look like this. My tempo increases, but I don’t want you to come yet. I want to enjoy the show a little longer, okay? You wordlessly nod. Good boy.

Does that feel good, baby? Yes, I know it does. Your cheeks are so pink right now. I love it. God, look at how slick you are. I love how wet it sounds and how smoothly and easily my hand slides along your cock. It’s turning me on so much. My good boy makes me all wet and hot. I wish you were fucking me, but tonight isn’t about me.

Your body trembles against mine; do you want to come for me? Another wordless nod. You do, huh? Alright, come for me baby, but I want to hear you. I want to hear how good it feels for me to stroke your slick, throbbing cock. I want to hear you moan and whimper when you come. My rhythm increases again, and your eyes flutter shut.

Oh no, no, baby. I grab your chin with my free hand and make you look into the mirror again. You’re going to watch me milk you dry. Every stroke, every drop. I want you to come all over your belly, and all over my hand. Oh, you’re so close, aren’t you, baby? Come on, be a good boy, watch me. Eyes on me, sweet thing. Watch me unravel you until you fall apart.

Yes, baby, come for me, that’s it. Oh, there it is. Your cock erupts in sticky white ropes. Come on, I want to hear you. Moan for me, good boy. Yes, louder for me. I love to watch you come. Look at how fucking good you look painted white.

Even though your cock has given all it can, I continue stroking you, overstimulating you into a babbling mess. Your body bucks and writhes, but I pin your thighs and hips to the bed with my legs. Come on baby, keep watching. I know you want to. Focus on me. When you don’t think you can take anymore, I set you free.

Your cock still twitches as you sag against me, exhausted. I kiss your cheek before I bring my hand up to taste my reward. So fucking good.

Now look at how pretty you are. Blushed, breathless, and covered in your own cum. Mmm, just how I like you. What a good boy you are for me.