But Those Eyes

I wasn't sorry, I knew I needed more. I come home and clean up the house, shower, shave, makeup on. I know I can get anyone I want, whenever I want. I fuck for the sake of fucking, I won't remember your name. I'll say sure to a second 'date' - if you were good enough in bed. I'll lose your contact even quicker than I found you, I don't want to be anyone's.

Or at least I thought I didn't.

I'll make the most of what I have, if you're shy I'll take control, but I won't be seeing you again. A truly good fuck is someone on the same level, someone who appreciates sex like an art. I respect you when you know what you want and you get what you want - I want you to use me. I brought you home now show me what you can give me, I promise I can reciprocate.

I can introduce you to a whole new world, I love fucking girls who haven't had their first real gay experience. I love men, I love women, both are perfect in their own way, but I see your body. Keep your mind to yourself. I'll treat you like a princess and make you moan like you've never ached for anything more in your life. I'll be your princess and beg you to save me.

But those eyes.

You. You were a number, the next on my list. I didn't want, hell I didn't care what you could have been for me. I expected nothing less than a senseless fuck on a rainy Monday night. But you looked at me. Those piercing blue eyes stopped my heart in the heat of the moment and I don't know how you did that.

You slid down the bed, cradling my thighs in your hands and smiled as you looked up. Your tongue warmer than any other, your hands stronger than any others. Delicate for a man who's arms were thicker than my body, your collar bones casting shadows deeper than I could imagine. You went deeper than I could imagine. Breathing deep, I tensed my thighs and wrapped my hands around your jaw, I couldn't suppress a moan. I wanted you back up the bed, to lean over me. To look at me. This was more than any senseless fuck, you felt incredible and you were incredible.

I had never wished so hard for the sun to never rise. I needed the night to last. I climbed on top, running my hands through your hair as I arch my back inwards brushing my tits against your chest. I wanted to kiss you, I never kiss in sex. Why you? Every time I paused I saw those eyes and it wasn't just sex I felt anymore. It was pleasure in my chest, my whole body felt hot. I rocked forwards and backwards, sat up and gently bounced. I wanted to please you because you deserve it. I want you to feel good.

My mind flashed back to every fuck I'd ever had, I remembered collar bones, shoulders, pillows and sheets. I remembered scratches and bites, bruises and hand prints. But with you I see a face, a smile, a jaw, and those eyes. I see the freckle on your neck, the slight curve on the tip of your nose. The way your hair leans to one side, the way your mouth curls to the right when you give me that smug smile. The way you grab my hips and pull me down as you thrust upwards making me feel like you could go deeper than humanly possible.

The way you interlock your fingers with your hand over mine as you take me from behind. The way you kiss my neck and ears with every mind-blowing push, my thighs throb and my arms tremble. Your hands slide down my ribs, slide over my hips and gently grazes between my legs to tease me. You knew what you wanted, but I didn't know I wanted you.

But those eyes. I'll never see the colour blue in the same way again. Now I see those eyes every morning, I see that smile every morning. I never thought I'd be anyone's girl, but now I want nothing more.