Watching

There is such a sensuality in your movements. The strokes of your brush. The way you hold your head in front of the mirror. The curves of your body filling out that skin tight teeshirt, making me delirious with desire.
  I've been watching you brush your hair from the other room for sometime now. It's the rush of you not knowing I'm here that sets me off.
  I grow so hard as I watch you. Swollen, dripping, my shaft begging for attention.
  I want to cum so bad watching you, but I want to make the pleasure last.
  Long, slow, deliberate strokes bringing me near release. My breathe quickens, my heart races as I feel the pressure build. My body screaming for release, but I won't let it happen....not yet.
Featherlight touches ease my burning desire as I watch you. But the site of your hips, your perfect heart shaped ass, your sweet curls canvasing those tight wet pink lips push me over the edge.
  My grip tightens around my shaft. I can't hold it any longer.
Quick, strong, powerful strokes send streams of hot white lust across my chest.
  Moans escape my lips as convulsions leave me weak and shaking.
  I struggle to regain consciousness and find you standing over me with that wicked little grin of yours asking me if I was having fun.
  I guess it's your turn now.