"I want to do this for you, I want to see your body react to my touch I want to see your eyes when you cum." The words seemed for flow from my mouth without out a lot of thought. All the times he had been there for me, all the times he was so patient and caring, the way he always seemed to be able to make me feel good about myself and feel sexy and desirable led me to this point all the passion I had building was about to be revealed.
Like now, seeing his body stretched out on the bed and that grin on his face almost defying me to back up my words. His youthful beauty seemingly more attractive tonight than before and I could not take my mind or my eyes away from him.
His fingers laced together and his hands tucked behind his head his legs crossed at the ankles he seemed so angelic and cute in an odd sort of way. My eyes followed the site from the bottoms of his feet to the top of his head and his dark hair. Of course I stopped to take in the special points along the way. His tanned skin strong legs and tummy seemed to be displayed like the gift he was.
"It's my turn baby" I told him he remained quiet for once. All the wonderful orgasms he had brought me to, flashed through my mind and I felt the familiar flushness on my skin. Though subconscious, I felt the way my tongue traced my lips as my hunger for him increased.
His cock was hard and the head brushing back and forth across his navel throbbing with each heartbeat. The grin on his lips was gone.
Letting the white towel I was draped in fall to the floor I walked slowly toward the bed stopping next to his chest I bent over letting my nipple brush across his lips I could feel the goose bumps rise across my skin as he gently sucked it into his mouth.
When he removed his hands from their place beneath the back of his head and he reached for me I stopped him taking on of them into my hand and led it to his hard cock. "Touch it for me baby."
I watched closely as he wrapped his strong hand around his cock and pulled the skin back exposing the large now wet head to me. "Stroke it for me." He began slowly moving his hand up and down his hardness while keeping a slow steady rhythm.
The twinges deep inside my own body now were crying out and I could feel how wet I was and could imagine how sensitive. "Keep going" I love to watch a man touch himself, see how he holds himself how his fingers move to watch his hips press up and down with his strokes knowing he knows just how to please his body.
Walking to the foot of the bed and then climbing on the bed places my legs across his thighs one on each side I pressed my wetness against his skin and felt the slick moistness emitting from my pussy.
Reaching between my parted legs I began sliding a finger along the folds sliding it back and forth while my eyes stayed fixed on his hard shaft and how his hand was moving along its length.
"Touch me" his hand unwrapped from his shaft and touched where my hand had been. I moved up a little so he could press his hand against me and I could feel the heel of his hand press against my pussy as I grinded against it.
Reaching up I took his cock into my hands and began stroking and squeezing gently while his fingers now toyed across my clit. Moving further up still holding him I pressed my wetness against his shaft thrusting forward moving against the soft skin.