The Shyness of Being Seen

Part Six - The Shyness of Being Seen

Being seen on a deep level is unsettling for you. Now that I've flipped you over, you see my intentions, and I can almost feel you internally letting go, the better to handle what's coming. I sit back on my heels, between your legs, and watch you.

At this point your ass can handle it just fine. That's not the issue, it's the being seen part. On your stomach with your face in a pillow, you can hide. Whatever crazy faces you make while I am ripping those beautiful sounds from you with each thrust, I can't see them. That suits you just fine.

But more importantly, I cannot see your naked vulnerability. You are new to experiencing that level of openness, and consequently not comfortable showing it to the world. But it's not the world in this bedroom. It's just me, your partner who loves you. You tend to forget that. I remind you regularly.

So before I slip back inside your sweet ass, I take you in my arms for a long, soft kiss. The tenderness of it contrasts against the vigorous fucking I've given you so far tonight. I switch gears. You need reassurance.

"You know I love you, right?" I search your eyes.

"I do." You sound somewhat resigned, so I have to check in.

"Is this okay? This position? I know it's not your favorite." This gives you an easy out if you need it.

"No, it's okay. But may I make a request, Ma'am?" Your eyes meet mine, slightly pleading.

"Of course. Always, my sweet." So now I'm curious.

"May I have a blindfold, please?" I smile at your compromise. Nice.

"Absolutely." I fetch one of my scarves hanging over the dresser mirror and return to tie it on. You help, holding it in place while I knot it behind your head.

I kiss you again and ask, "Better?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you." Your tone is filled with gratitude. It's okay that you are only partly ready to be seen in this moment. Your relief is obvious, and as a result, your lips are curved into a smile again.

Now it's down to business.

Your gasp of pleasure rewards me as I gather you in my arms and push back inside.

Certainly I can guarantee, you are no longer thinking about work. You are no longer entrenched in your rigid, masculine persona. No. Right now, you are my bitch, and I will have you. I will have you wide open and howling with pleasure, grasping and pulling me into you for more.

I feel your hands do precisely that. You pull me deep inside you, begging for that extra half inch that sinks into your depths. We are a well-oiled fucking machine at this point and your howling begins anew.

Fuel to the fire, that's what your beautiful howls do. Like they have a direct connection to my clit. Every thrust sends me closer to my peak. I will get there this time! I take your hand and place it on your cock, because I want you to come, too.

The next 30 seconds are a blur, and time slows down. I feel the magic happening inside me. I feel my point of inevitability. Your hand strokes your cock and a part of me marvels at the intense familiarity you have with it; clearly a dance those two parts of you have done many times.

Just as my orgasm begins, you surprise me, and pull the scarf away from your eyes. The vulnerability there astonishes me. So exquisitely open. I lock eyes with you. I'm not going to miss any part of this beautiful moment.

Your come fills the space between us and you roar to the heavens. Some lands on your chin, and I scoop it up with my tongue before diving into a kiss. I wiggle and push against you with the last waves of my pleasure.

And then we are quiet, breathing hard, sticky and happy. Still pulsing with pleasure.

You let me see you!

I'm so proud of you, and so in love with every part of you. Especially the howling, vulnerable part!