Written By Nyx.
I couldn’t wait for us to get home tonight. It wasn’t the group of friends that bored me, nor was the small bar we went to not to my liking. It was all fine. It was you and only you. Just looking at you tonight, among the people around us, just listening to your voice as you tried to speak over the music drowning it out and just as you turned every now and then to look at me, a small smirk on your face.
That smirk didn’t last long when our eyes locked, it faded into nothing when you saw what I was telling you; without words solely with my gaze. And yours answered mine, saying the exact same thing. I wanted you, then and there, without the slightest regard of anything happening around us.
Just a glance, just the unspoken promises made me so wet that I could barely sit in a chair for long. And you couldn’t get up from one. Because babe, I know what it does to you; I know the impact my gaze has on you. And just as I wanted you, if we were alone, you would have ripped me apart. And when we finally did walk through that door, no words were spoken; none needed to be.
Because, baby, when we talk, we don’t need to use words.
Τhere’s no better aphrodisiac than your eyes, your stare, the way they ignite a fire between my legs that just makes every sensation more intense.
And just like tonight, when you grab me and pull me close to you, when your hands travel down my body, when you touch me to see just how wet you’ve made me without even speaking, when you slowly push yourself into me, I want you staring into my eyes.
I want you to look straight in my eyes, so that I can watch your pupils dilate with lust when I climb on top you and you’re buried deep inside me. And when you climax, when your body shakes and empties inside me, I want you to stare into my eyes and know that it’s me that did that.
I want you to know that it is me that is bringing your senses to the edge and that at that moment you are not allowed to let your mind stray farther than the depths of my irises and the way my skin feels against yours. Look into my eyes and know that it is me that you have the ability to bring to my wits end and lose my mind.
Even when I am on my knees, with my back turned to you, pull my hair, and turn my head and hold it there so I have no choice but to stare into your eyes. I want to know exactly what it is I am doing to you and I want to look at you while you get lost with me throbbing, wrapped around you. I want you to know that it is me that you are fucking. And when you come I want to know that you’re coming for me.
I don’t care if you look at every inch of me, if you study my body from head to toe, taking in all the little details, the imperfections that only I register, or even if you’re just looking at everything that makes you want to be inside me. I don’t care if you stare at any part of me while your hands and lips and teeth are on me. But when you’re just about there, when you’re ready to climax, don’t you dare look elsewhere.
And if passion takes over and I can’t keep my eyes open, if I’m seconds away from screaming and I shut them, stop. Stop whatever it is you’re doing to me and make me look at you. Make me stare deep into yours, make my lose my mind there, and know that by doing that you’re giving me an orgasm no touch can ever compare to.
I don’t care if you utter a word, if you pant or moan. I don’t care if you swear, tell me all the ways you’d like to have me or demand to know how it feels with you inside me. I don’t care if you recite poetry or even whisper words of love in my ear. It will make me wet, make no mistake, but nothing will make me go over the edge like you staring into my eyes.
Words are not necessary then. We can have a conversation without the slightest interference of other senses.
So open up your damn eyes and look at me.
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