Man in the Mirror
Lazy Saturday or Sunday morning. I forgot what day it is. Time flies when I’m with him. My eyes open. I take a moment to register the environment. His flat. His bedroom. Pure white walls, virginal white linen… well, if you ignore the obvious flecks of bodily fluids. I start to think about last night. Oh, we were very busy. I remember his heavenly body on top of mine, his tongue licking my nipples and his lips on mine, all that good stuff.
And then it comes to me. In the dying hours of the night, whilst we were still recovering from our latest endeavour, he told me something. He told me he loved me. I didn’t reply. But fuck me, I was happy. I wanted to shout his name from the rooftops. I’m so in love with him.
I turn around and look at his sleeping self. He looks adorable. His eyes are fluttering, so maybe he’s still dreaming. I watch his stomach rise and fall every time he breathes. And then he awakens. His eyes open. He blinks. Always needs time to adjust to the light.
“Morning, babe.” he grunts. Not a morning person, my man.
“Morning.” I say. I draw him closer and brush my lips lightly past his. I love to tease him. And I’ve got something in store for him. But he must wait.
“Hey, no teasing so early in the morning!” he says.
“You know me, I like to tease. Now. Are you up for something?”
“Depends. What have you got in mind? Breakfast at the bakery down the street? I’d love to take you there.”
“Sounds nice. But first, something else. Go and stand in front of that mirror.”
He makes one of his patented “aye?” faces, which make me laugh. “Just do it, honey.” I say.
He stands up and walks towards the mirror. I get up and walk towards him.
“Ok, so what am I supposed to see here?” he asks.
“Me.” I whisper in his ear. “And my hands. Don’t turn around. Watch yourself.”
What follows is a feast for his senses. I start by kissing his neck, which always works for him. He’s already getting goosebumps. I run my hands down his muscular chest, a feast for my fingers. I tickle his stomach and run circles around his bellybutton. I have a bit of a bellybutton fetish…
He is giggling slightly. He loves the tickling. And the faces he’s making are priceless.
“Like what you see?” I say.
He lets out a long moan. Which becomes even longer as I gently flick his nipples. I kiss his neck again and look in the mirror.
“Aha.” I say, content with what I see. He has quite an erection already. I run my fingers over his bulge (did I mention that I absolutely adore his cock?) and he moans loudly.
“Do you like that? Do you want more?” I say, teasing his cock till he’s rock hard and panting like a mad man. He nods. But I’m not done. I want to drive him insane. I press my naked body against his and rub against him.
“Oh dear god.” he moans. “Please. Please toss me off. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Oh? Already? Well, well, well. I thought you could go longer.” I say, teasing him.
“Fuck, woman, please don’t tease… OH GOD!” he cries out, as I rub his cock.
“Alright. I’ll give you what you want.”
I take off his boxers and give him a moment to look at his sexy, naked self. And then I wrap my hands around his throbbing cock and I start tossing him off as if my life depended on it. He’s crying out, shouting ‘oh my god’ after ‘oh my god’, with a bit of ‘fuuuuuuuuuuck’ in between. He looks like he’s about to turn into a puddle of water. And his faces, again, are priceless. Pure, uninhibited ecstasy.
He comes mere minutes later, his juices running freely over my hands. I traced his lips and made him lick it from my hands.
“Tastes good.” he said dryly. He turned around, picked me up and carried me to the bed, before collapsing. “My legs feel funny.” he whimpered.
I cuddled up to him. “Did it feel good?”
“It was weird. I’ve never… watched myself during a hand job. Never thought about it either. But it was quite cool. And hot. And now I can’t stand up anymore.” he said, chuckling.
“You don’t have to. We have all day. We can just lie down, relax…”
“And have loads and loads of sex.” he said, kissing me. “I love you. Can’t say that enough.”
I smiled as he said it.
“I love you too.”