Dating : Looking in Her Eyes

“I promise the next time I have sex, you’ll be looking into my eyes.”

But she was far away. I was as likely to get out there as she was to come here and we both knew it. We both knew it would be months, and we both knew neither one of us would wait. Waiting for hours was one thing, but weeks? It wasn’t our fetish.

Two days later I opened my inbox to discover she was telling the truth. At first the video was confusing. She walked around the room and picked her clothes up off the floor. She did her hair in the mirror and smiled at the camera once or twice. It wasn’t until he walked in and she kissed him that I began to understand.

They moved quickly, and within minutes she was on her knees in front of him and all I could see was her hair bobbing up down with the motion of her head. When he pushed her onto the bed I watched him go down on her, and I could hear her moaning louder than I expected.

It wasn’t until she stopped him and changed positions that I began to wonder if he knew. He was about to push inside her when she paused. She moved him behind her and crawled towards the foot of the bed nearer to the camera. He followed right behind until I could hardly see past her blue eyes. She smiled and winked at me.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, and despite my blocked view, it was clear that he listened well. She never once closed her eyes and she never turned away. She moaned and he grunted, and every once in a while I watched her suck his fingers between her soft lips before they slipped back between her thighs.

She came slowly, her body moving in waves as her orgasm moved through her. He kissed her neck and she looked up at me with a sheepish grin. My hand moved quickly as I watched them, and I tried to remember every time she had come with me. Did she always make that sound?

“Fuck, that was good,” she said, blowing me a kiss. And then darkness.