I'd Like You to Watch Me: Lust in Full View

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There's something delicious about anticipation—how it coils low in the belly, how it lingers in the fingertips when you pack your overnight bag with toys meant for pleasure. All week, I'd been aching to share the ways I'd been touching myself, craving the moment I could show R. exactly what I'd discovered. Tonight, I wouldn't just tell him. I'd let him watch.

All week, my body had been humming with a singular craving—an indulgence I'd explored alone, but now longed to share. Tonight, I packed my rose-pink wand and a vial of coconut oil, wrapping them in a towel like sacred offerings, slipping them into my overnight bag with a smile that curled like smoke.

R. and I had been lovers for four years, but the way our bodies fit—like puzzle pieces worn smooth by time—felt eternal. I curled into the crook of his arm, his warmth enveloping me, and kissed him with the kind of slow hunger that speaks of secrets and shared sin.

Our mouths danced. Words followed—wicked, teasing, deliciously dirty. My tank top slid off. Then my panties. Each layer peeled away like petals from a forbidden bloom.

"I'll be right back," I whispered, slipping into the bathroom. Alone, I thought of him—naked, waiting, hard. My pulse quickened. I knew exactly what I wanted tonight.

When I returned, he was watching me, eyes dark with anticipation.

"I'd like you to watch me," I said, voice low, sultry. I moved to the nightstand, retrieved my wand, and sat before him, back arched, hips tilted just so. He gave his silent signal—a gentle push forward, a wordless command.

He gripped his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately.

I coated the wand in coconut oil, the scent sweet and heady. A dab of anal ease followed, cool against my skin. I teased myself, circling my tight entrance, coaxing it open with the smaller end of the wand. His breath caught—once, twice.

As my body softened, I pushed deeper, letting the wand slide in, then out, allowing myself to gape for him. He leaned in, hungry for more.

My ass was slick, creamy, the wand gliding with ease. My free hand found my clit, and I played myself like a symphony—one hand stroking, the other plunging, my body trembling on the edge.

He watched, silent, stroking himself, eyes locked on mine. The tension between us was electric, a live wire of lust and longing.

My orgasm built like a storm, crashing through me in waves. I moaned, and he followed—his release timed with mine, a duet of pleasure.

I leaned forward, licking the final droplets from his cock, savoring him like a decadent dessert.

"You can say that to me anytime—'I'd like you to watch,'" he murmured, laughter soft and wicked as he pulled me into his arms.

"Yeah," I whispered, smiling sleepily, already drifting into dreams wrapped in his embrace.

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