The Look (Short Story)

Making love is as much about the emotional connection as the physical.

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It is my drug. An addiction so strong I will never be rid of it. And happily so.
Biting your lower lip, I descend. Your eyes follow me all the way down as I kiss and nip at your sensitive nipples and drag my tongue over those washboard abs. Lower still, I settle on my hunches, my thighs spread. My fingers touch my wetness, flicking over an engorged bud. As I take you in my mouth you close that spellbinding gaze for a second. Only a second yet I feel abandoned, alone in a wilderness of lust too strong to weather alone.
On a groan, you shine that light on me again and I bask in the warmth. I use every trick in my arsenal and soon your fingers tangle in my hair. Your hips follow the retreat of my mouth, jerking when I swallow as much of you as I can. Your eyes get that wild look, the pupils rushing to cover the lens. The harder I suck the darker they get. They are almost black when you growled, “I’m almost there, baby. Just a little more.”
Licking your length, I enticed, “Cum on my tongue, baby. I love the taste of you.” I concentrated on the underside of the mushroom head before covering you with my heat again. The first jet hits my tongue and I see you unravel. It’s all there in your eyes. The walls come crashing down and for that moment in time you are exposed, all your secrets bared to me. The good, the bad, I see it all but most alluring is your desire and love for me. The intensity of it should be frightening. I revel in it.
I can hold on no longer and I follow you into oblivion. Through it all I cling to that visual connection. I can never get enough of that look. Sometimes it’s my only reason for being. It’s my salvation.
My addiction.