I love a man who knows how to darken his eyes. And I mean face down in your pussy, slurping at your juices all while you whine and beg him to slow down because it’s too much. Then he stops, tongue flat on your soaked cunt, and he looks up at you. No words said, just his hand grabbing your chin to tilt you down so that his eyes can talk for him. You’re entranced and stuck staring at those darkened gems, no matter how much you feel the need to look away at him relentlessly lapping and sucking at your most vulnerable area.
He uses those same eyes to look down at you, not in a way that shows disdain or disgust, but like you own him and he needs to pay you back for all you’ve done for him; his saving grace whom he will ruin. Groans, growls, and grunts escape his mouth. His hands race around your whole body grabbing, squeezing, and maneuvering how he pleases. But those eyes never leave you. Like a predator watching its prey, mouth watering, chin still shiny from spit and slick. He looks you in the eyes to watch you come undone. On the bed, countertops, through the mirror, against the walls…his eyes are always there. Looking. Prowling. Intense beyond belief yet comforting.