In your eyes

Two nights ago you oiled your body. I watched you. I saw the oil
shine on your rich, dark skin. I saw how smooth you were. I saw your
beautiful curves. It was so vivid that I felt your nipples sliding
under my hand as you massaged your breasts. I imagined I was in your
head, could see through your eyes. We watched
you together in the mirror. I guess you knew I was there. You smiled,
looked at yourself in the mirror, and saw me in your eyes. It was such
a beautiful smile. So naughty and yet so warm and loving. You pushed
forward your breasts, I saw your hands slide around them until your
nipples were caught between fingers and thumbs. You lifted a breast up,
and I swear I tasted the oil on your nipple when you put it in your
mouth. You were still looking at me in
your eyes, still smiling. Then your hand moved down your body, our
body. You felt along your lips, I could see them, pink and wet, but I
could feel your hand on my scrotum. You rubbed slowly at your clitoris,
I felt your hand on my shaft. You speeded up, and my excitement grew. I
wanted you to kiss the mirror, I thought I would see what it would be
like, but you licked your lips and we moaned together. You wanted to
put on a show for me. You looked deep into
your reflection and I felt your gaze on my soul. And still you went
faster, and my penis strained to meet your hand. Your mouth parted, I
could see the white of your teeth, then the pink of your tongue. And
you were tapping your swollen clitoris with your fingers, I felt it on
the head of my manhood. I saw the oil mix with your juices. I felt your
hand urgent on my penis. Involuntary noises issued from deep in our
chests, a harmony of ecstasy and I knew we
could go no further. The pressure was too great. We screamed out
together, our orgasm washing over us. But even as it happened I felt
myself drawing out of your mind, soaring through the distance back to
my own bed, my solitude. I opened my eyes, and I was back
home. With a sticky mess.