“No, I mean yes, but… I want to watch,” I say. “Only if you want to though, if you don’t want to watch it’s okay, like, why would you want to watch me—”
“I do,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Donovan, I really wanna watch you.”
Shit, he wants to watch me touch myself…
“I… uh… I don’t know what I’m doing…” I say, “I’ve never had someone watch me before.”
He chuckles, “I don’t want you to put on a show. Just touch yourself how you would if you were alone.”
“Okay, we should probably turn our lamps back on.”
“Yeah,” he says, “shield your eyes.”
The light is low enough that it’s not blinding and it doesn’t take me long to adjust. I look over to his bed, and his eyes are on me, his dick straining against his sweats.
“Can you… um… never mind,” I say.
“It’s okay,” he says, his voice deeper again, husky, sexy. “You can ask me anything, baby.”
“Please can you take your shirt off?”
“Sure, can you as well?” he asks, sitting and taking his shirt off in one swift motion before lying back down on his side, facing me.
I do the same and we take a moment to gaze at each other. I’ve seen him shirtless plenty of times, but knowing what’s about to happen makes this feel very different.
“We can stop at any time,” he says softly, “I won’t be annoyed or angry.”
I nod; grateful he’s said that. “I want to do this; I want to watch you.”
He slides his hand over his body, across his chest and down his abs. I know I’ve said it before but I really fucking love his abs… I let out a soft moan when I think about touching them.
“You’re gonna torture me with those noises, baby,” he says. “What’s got you moaning already?”
“Your abs,” I say, “I… I think about licking them.”
He groans, running his fingers over his abs. “Well guess what image is going to be running through my mind constantly from now on,” he chuckles.
“You didn’t mind me saying that?” I ask, nervous about admitting the thoughts I’ve been having.
“Not at all, I want to hear all of your thoughts. Do you want to start over our sweats?” he asks, and I love that he’s trying to make me feel more comfortable and take this slow.
“Yes and no,” I chuckle.
“What does that mean?”
“Yes, I like the idea of starting there, but no, because I also really wanna see your dick.”
He laughs, “I wanna see you too. But we can take this as slow as you like, we’ll get there.”
“Okay… maybe over our boxers?”
“Sounds good.”
He reaches his hands lower to the waistband of his sweats and slides them down to his thighs. His boxers are gray, so the outline of his hard dick is clearly visible as it presses against the fabric, and I don’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips.
He waits patiently for me to do the same, and I slide my sweats down too. His dick is bigger than mine, but he doesn’t seem disappointed with what he sees through my boxers, even going as far as to lick his lips slightly.
“Fuck, Donovan, I wish you could see how sexy you are.”
