His Voyeur

“I want to watch you come soon,” I told him the other night, after we’d finished fucking.

He’d had me every way: first with his fingers, then with his mouth, then, finally, with his cock. He’d made me come every way and I was exhausted and sated and happy. But no orgasm for him.

“Are you going to come?” I asked. Not tonight. “Then I want to watch you come soon.”

Saturday morning, after coffee and waffles and lazing about, it was time. Clad in just his tight black briefs, he climbed onto the bed where I was looking at porn. I showed him a hypnotic cunnilingus gif to get him started. He clasped his hand over his cock, through the fabric of his briefs, and then slipped the waistband down beneath his balls.

"Do you have anything dirty to tell me?” and I knew it was my cue to begin spinning a fantasy—something that would arouse him further while he stroked and squeezed and I watched him work his thick, hard cock.

The words tumbled from my lips as I concocted a story of another woman sharing our attentions. First she was the voyeur, watching me slide my soaking cunt down onto him. Then she was at my pussy while I sucked his cock deep and long. Then it was his turn to watch us together, stroking his cock while she continued to fuck me with her tongue and fingers.

Photo courtesy of Ida Oppen. Used with permission.

His balls were pulled up tight into his body, his cock long and rigid, the head dark and swollen. I shifted to talking about the other night, when he made me come every which way and how he’d loved the rough way I’d handled his cock. Then I told him what I like about watching him. I like to watch him touch himself the way he likes to be touched. I like to see him slowly lose himself to the feeling of his approaching orgasm. I like to look at his body moving and tensing, his arms flexing as he slides his fist up and down. I like seeing his cock, which I find to be beautiful, thick and full and in its most luscious state.

And when it happens, I like to see the white, sticky come pulse from his body, first a fast shot then a slower dribble as it oozes thickly over his fingers, stretching down toward his belly. I hold the base of his cock, feeling the pulse of his orgasm.

And often I’m a good voyeur, just watching and encouraging his moment of pleasure. Other times, like this time, I want my own release.

His hand was still fisted around his cock and covered in come when I pushed the sheets down and pulled his fingers to my wet slit. He drew one finger through my wetness, then switched hands and rubbed his cooling spunk into my lips. Easily he slipped one, then two fingers into my open and ready hole and then focused all his energy on my clit. It wasn’t long before I felt the tingling heat of my impending orgasm, and I pulled myself closer to him as the rush began. I felt my cunt blossom and clench again and again. And once it was over he pushed me there again and then slowly eased me down.

The voyeur always wins.