Eyes Like Yours (my first time writing!)

I stare at the bottom of my glass, contemplating the ice cubes and the idea of ordering another gin and tonic. It’s hot, it’s still early, and I don’t want to go back to the hotel. Traveling for work is sometimes tiring, and the hotel room is always the same.

“Another one? ” asks the bartender. I nod without much conviction, but without resistance either. A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth when I think about how many gin and tonics the company would deem appropriate for their new speaker to drink alone, in public. I look up and suddenly face the darkest, most fascinating pair of eyes I’ve ever seen. A look so deep it seems to suck me into it. And I have seen darker than ebony, with curved eyelashes and very thick, very masculine eyebrows. I blink twice, embarrassed when I realize I was staring. Feeling my face burn and redden, the bottom of my glass feels like a safe place.

“Why did you stop looking? ”

Oh my God! I turn around there they are, the black eyes, accompanied by a neatly trimmed beard, framing a really handsome face. And what voice was that? A little hoarse, like someone who has just woken up.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I was staring at you”, I reply more embarrassed.

“Don’t be sorry”, accompanied by a half smile.

The heat that had been on my face worked its way down, spreading down my neck and that half smile melting the rest of my body. The fluid conversation and the easy laugh I hadn’t experienced in a long time. I couldn’t even remember if I’d passed the recommended number of gin and tonics in public.

“I need to go to the toilet,” I said, getting up.

“Around the counter on the left”.

I got up a little uncertainly, the floor always floats a little when sitting down to drink. I walked into the bathroom, which was spacious and had a Bergère armchair in the corner. I laughed to myself, it reminded me of 15th birthday parties and drunk teenagers feeling sick. I heard the lock click and turned around. My one desire, all I aspire is in your eyes forever to live. Black eyes and half smile. “I thought you might need help.”

I didn’t know what to answer so I just bit my lower lip. What seemed to be a detonator. He came towards me, very determined, gripping the back of my head with one hand and my waist with the other, his mouth on mine hungrily, almost violently. His tongue opening up and invading me, and I opened my lips to accept the invasion. Then his lips sliding down the side of my neck, delicate as butterfly wings, and his beard scraping against my skin. Then he turned me with my back to him, facing the mirror, and lifted my dress, running his hands down my thighs to my panties, the only dam in the flood that had formed. He pulled away the piece of lace, slid his fingers over my lips, saying in my ear “Look how wet you are… Were you waiting for me?”, and without waiting for an answer he put one thick finger inside me, while the other found my clit and made small circles. It was all so sensual and unexpected that I threw my head back and closed my eyes to heighten the sensation. He cupped my chin with his other hand, turning my face forward and commanding “Open your eyes because I want you to look me in the eye when I fuck you.” All I wanted was to obey his orders so I said yes.

He took his fingers off my pussy, and leaning in a little bit, he began to rub his cock between my lips, teasing my clit and spreading the slick that was almost reaching my thighs. “Look at me” he told me looking at me in the mirror, “and tell me what you want”.

I could barely breathe between moans, “I want your cock inside me now.” I was invaded then, with no time to relax or think. I just felt that burning sensation of being penetrated all at once, my muscles contracting in surprise and massaging the entire length of that invading cock. I held my breath until I got used to the feeling of his girth stretching me.

“I already told you to look me in the eye while I fuck you”, and that’s when I came apart, the sensation, the order, the arousal, it was all too much for me. “Then fuck me now, I want to feel you as deep inside my pussy as I’ve never felt anyone else.” He took his cock out of me slowly, until only the tip touched my entrance, and then he thrust it all in at once. And again. His fingers found my clit, in addition to the back and forth of that cock that so deep no one else had been, those circles with his fingers heightening my pleasure, rising like a wave throughout my body, pushing me to the edge of the precipice more and more. Our moans mingled, our sweat mingled, our juices mingled. When I was about to cum he slapped my clit, making me scream. Unexpected pain mixed with pleasure, “Do it again! ” I asked. He started with the gentle circles again, until he slapped me again. And again. My clit burned, and that pain pushed me to the edge of the cliff again, “I’m going to cum, let me cum” I asked. Another slap. “You’ll cum whenever I want you to” and that order, along with the pain, pushed me even further. When I was on edge, I looked into those eyes in the mirror and begged “Please let me cum! ”. The black eyes gleamed “Then cum for me now.” I climbed and then fell off the cliff, half flying, half falling, my body seemed to have no weight as I orgasmed and looked into those mesmerizing black eyes. I felt then his orgasm in me, the hot jets of cum exploding from his cock and flooding my pussy, rising another wave of pleasure.

Unable to hold myself upright, I rest my head on his chest. “Come, sit here” and he led me to the chair. Running his thumb over my lips, he gave me a very soft kiss, almost chaste, and said goodbye, “Nice to meet you! ”.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tvj54c/eyes_like_yours_my_first_time_writing