Saturday, August 23, 2014

Through His Eyes


There's nothing hotter than a sex scene written from the male point of view.  Doesn't it set you on fire to know how a man sees his woman in the heat of passion?

This is the very first sex scene I ever wrote from the male point of view.  This clip never made it past the cutting room floor.  Watch's raw and unedited.

The fresh smell of jasmine filled the air as he peeped inside the bathroom door and stepped in.  Charisma’s eyes widened as her arms flew up around her chest to shield his view of her breasts.
She looked so edible.  Her skin was lightly blushed pink by the warmth of the water.  Possessiveness roared though him.  Nearly too strong to squelch.

He sat down on the side of the tub.  “Why are you still embarrassed?”
Her wary eyes looked at him.  “I can’t help it.  I haven’t been naked in front of many people.  She looked down.  “Especially men.”
“Well I suppose these things take time.  I have faith in you, though.”  He stood up and grabbed a washcloth.  “You look like you could use some help.  Stand up.”
Her eyes filled with trepidation.  “Wh-"
He clucked his tongue.  “Charisma, dear, remember the conversation we had earlier, the one in which I told you about my desire to be in charge?  You said you didn’t have a problem with that.  Now stand up.”
She stood, the oily water flowing down around her voluptuous hips and the calves of her legs.  He couldn’t wait to take her again.  To possess her.   After tonight she would be his forever-body, mind, and soul.

He dropped the wash cloth.  “I think I’ll use my hands, instead.”  He picked up the bar of soap, working a good lather between his palms, and smoothed his hands underneath the globes of her soft breasts.  He cupped them, their gentle weight causing his cock to twitch.  He continued gliding downward, toward the curve of her waist to the fullness of her thighs.  Her skin was like the finest silk he’d ever felt.
She blushed even more as her body tensed. 

“Relax, dear.” He moved his hand toward her sex.  His fingers tingled as he stroked the soft crevices and folds of her pussy.  The need to protect her heightened as he worked his fingers around the smooth outer lips.
A slight moan escaped her mouth as he rubbed the tiny bud in the center.  Her legs parted slightly, allowing him better access.  His mouth built into a slow smile at the moisture he coaxed.  It stirred his passion.  Control was necessary to achieve his goal.  Unsure of his ability to retain some reasonable measure of such, he eased his fingers away, cock twitching in protest.   
She took a slow, deep breath.  “Hunt, you’re driving me crazy.”

“Oh you just wait, Princess.  I’m only getting started.”
He picked her up, leaving a trail of water from the tub to the bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed.  Hunt stepped back to look his fill. 

She was so beautiful, so innocent looking; very much like a lamb on an alter awaiting an unknown destiny at the will of her master.
He unbuttoned his shirt cuffs.  “Spread your legs for me while I undress.” 

She complied, although not looking at him.  It would take lots of work to rid her of her modesty.  He stepped out of his pants and boxers, freeing his throbbing member.  He moved toward her, climbing onto the bed with his knees between her legs.

“Lift your knees.  I want to taste you.”

The bareness of her cunt was a signal that she would be more sensitive.  He moved his tongue over her clitoris in a calculated fashion.  She tasted like the sweetest nectar on earth.  She groaned and began to pump her hips.

“I don’t want you to come yet.” He moved his mouth to her inner thighs.  Time to make my mark, my brand of ownership.  He sucked the fine flesh harder and harder and then issued a tiny bite.
 “Ouch.” Charisma jerked.

He licked, sucked and soothed the pain away.  Satisfied at his handiwork, he moved his mouth. “Would you like to come now?”
 “Yes.  Please.” 
Eager to fulfill her need, he flicked his tongue over the hardened clit.  Her musky, feminine scent encouraged more craftiness with each and every flick.  She pumped her hips faster as her thighs wrapped around his head.  Her pussy pulsated around his tongue, releasing sweet juices with every contraction.  She writhed and bucked until her rapture was complete.

“It’s nice to see such a positive response to my tongue.  Now get on your hands and knees.  I want to see what the response will be as I fuck you from behind.”

His heart drummed at the enticing site of her legs splayed apart revealing the puckered orifice of her ass.  He stroked her, slipping his fingers over the wet satin of her pussy.  He worked her until her heat blazed against his palm before fitting his cock to her, sinking it inside as it throbbed in ecstasy.  Like a vise, her muscles gripped him as he thrust into the hot, tight confines of her body.

He grabbed her by the waist as he pumped into her.  Her hips moved back to meet his.  His cock pulsed with blood and desire at the wet sound of male flesh meeting female.

He twisted his hips, angling deeper.  Hearing her cry out, he ordered, “Come for me again.” 
She exploded around him, clamping down on his cock.  “Ah, you feel so good.  Hold on to me, baby.  I’m going to come so hard.”

 He gritted his teeth and let go. Desperate for the soft feel of her, he continued pumping his hips against her until he’d emptied the last jet of come.  His legs turned to jello as he grabbed her thighs and collapsed onto her back panting and utterly spent. 
He tried to catch his breath and gather his senses as he felt her body press into the mattress.  She winced underneath him as he eased out of her.

“I hope I wasn’t too hard on you.  I can’t help it.  You drive me wild.”
Charisma rolled over and pushed the disheveled strands of hair out of her face.  She grinned insanely, feeding his pride and ego.  “You’re an amazing lover, Hunt Blackwater.  Too amazing.”


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