My Heart Stays With You
Chapter 84
'I shouldn't be doing this.' his conscience chided him. 'Samantha is right there.' Suddenly, the thought of Samantha watching his every move served only to heighten his arousal. There was something almost… decadent about Samantha watching him. He pushed aside the niggling guilt and concentrated more intently on his fantasy. He was propped up on Samantha's bed, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom so he could make love to her. He looked to the side and saw her emerge wearing a purple satin robe that barely reached the top of her thighs. He felt his cock begin to throb with anticipation. His fingers reached downward, brushing lightly across his penis. He grazed his thumb across the tip, feeling the moisture. Samantha paused just inside the doorway. She smiled at him, throwing him the most lustful look he had ever seen on a woman. He wanted her so badly his body began to ache. She didn't come any closer to him though. Instead she pressed a button on the wall and soft music began to play. "I have a treat for you Howard." She said in a voice laden with passion. She walked over to the foot of the bed and slowly began to remove the robe, revealing the strap of a matching purple undergarment. She was taking her time. Going so slowly. He wanted to see more of the garment, more of Samantha's body under the garment, but she was in no rush. He wanted to touch her. He ached to trail his fingers across her soft, pale skin. He longed to trace the flat plain of her stomach, over the rising curve of her hip and around her pelvic bone. Samantha was now on the bed beside him. His hand pushed lower until it was at the apex of her thighs. He reached out to touch her putting his thoughts into action. His hand moved lower still, seeking her core, his fingers slipping inside her body to find the warm, wet evidence of her arousal. Instead, he found his own pulsating member. The fantasy blended seamlessly. 'This isn't as difficult as I thought it would be.' His fingers slid up and down his erection. He reached lower, allowing his hand to caress his tight sack. He moaned softly. He moved his hand slowly back up his shaft. When he reached the top, he twisted his wrist so his palm rested on the head of his penis. He caressed the head, alternating between a back and forth motion and slow gentle circles. He moaned as he slid his hand back down his shaft to begin the sequence again. Ever since he had discovered this technique, it had been the one thing that completely drove him wild. He repeated the sequence twice more, feeling himself coming closer and closer to his final destination with each stroke. He had a sudden epiphany. He realized why Samantha wanted to watch him. She had said she wanted to learn what pleased him but he had been so consumed with embarrassment over being caught, that he hadn't really thought about her request. He wondered, as he quickened his pace, if Samantha had ever been with a man who loved worshipping her body as much as he did. He reveled in making love to her, exploring every inch of her skin, taking his time to learn her responses and what really sends her over the edge. He doubted he would ever tire of the task of getting to know his way around her body and what pleased her. Each time with Samantha was a new adventure. He slid his hand down his incredibly hard length in time to the image in his mind of Samantha slowly grinding her hips against his cock, sinking slowly down his shaft and finally enveloping him in her warmth. He ran his palm down the shaft, squeezing the sensitive head on the upstroke, trying to prolong the blissful agony for a few more minutes. Samantha swayed over him completely naked. Her breasts teased his face but she was just far enough away that he could not touch her. Soon he'd feel her tightening around him. Her subtle curves and soft features outlined in shadow of the moonlight streaming in the huge window of her bedroom as she engulfed him deep within her, letting the seemingly unbearable tension build, first in his balls then work its way up to the tip of his penis. "I love you Howard." she whispered to him, tightening around him, gripping him tightly within the confines of her warm haven... 'Good lordy!'! Yes, that was it...He secured the tip of his throbbing penis tightly in his fist for the last few blinding seconds to sustain the intensity of release as he arched into his hand and let go with a low moan "Samantha. Oh God Sam!" feeling the hot rush of semen surge over his fingers.
Samantha watched completely enthralled as Howie pumped his hand up and down his shaft, pausing periodically to massage the head of his penis. Never before had she even thought of asking someone to do this for her. Watching Howie pleasure himself was almost more intimate than the act of making love. It was something only he knew about. Something he was willing to share with only her. She watched as Howie's cock thickened and grew longer. She had never really seen him at the height of his arousal. He wasn't overly endowed but he was not small by any means. His cock seemed to grow thicker as he became more aroused, rather than longer, as she has imagined it would. Still, as she watched, she couldn't help but be amazed he fit so perfectly inside of her. She redirected her gaze toward his face. 'The look on his face…He is so relaxed…so at ease…so peaceful and so damn sexy!' It took every ounce of willpower she had not to stop Howie's pursuit of self-satisfaction in lieu of her own wants. She wondered just what was going through his mind as his hand slid effortlessly along his swollen member. Even the smallest sound he made, every little moan that escaped his lips, pushed her own arousal up another level. Her breathing was ragged. 'I had no idea I would be this turned on by watching Howard pleasure himself.' A part of her longed for him to hurry and finish his ministrations so she could join him in lovemaking. 'No Sam…this show is too good to end early.' She scolded herself. She heard Howie draw in his breath sharply. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as he firmly gripped the head of his penis. "Samantha. Oh God Sam!" he cried out. Samantha felt her own breath catch in her throat as she looked on witnessing the creamy, milky substance as it flowed in waves from Howie's pulsating member and cascaded over his fingers, finally pooling on his stomach.
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