be-pleasing-always:

Torture

He’d left me lying on the bed, i watched him take his shower and towel off. i watched him pull on a shirt and walk to the mirror so he could see me. i watched his face, his impenetrable gaze on mine as he wrapped his fist around his growing erection. i felt his eyes travel my treacherous body and blushed, lowering my eyes. i could just see him move in the mirror, and caught myelf licking my lips as i imagined wrapping them around his cock. His hand moved slowly and i watched, mesmerized. my breathing fell into the rhythm of his strokes as if he were pushing into my throat. His fingers stroking that delicate skin, those bulging veins so i could almost taste him. His hand feeling the throbbing arousal where usually my tongue would be caressing. He increased the pace then, watched me struggle, bite my lip. His face did not give anything away, but i knew he was close, i could tell from those twitches i would have felt against my lips. i watched him deny me.