A Recurring Fantasy

Late night and I can't sleep
My thoughts race with ideas of what I'd like to do if you were here
 
With a sigh and no further hesitation
My clothes become a mess on the floor beside my bed
I close my eyes and imagine you're with me
Watching with eager eyes as I rock against my fingers
A smile spreads across my face as I imagine you licking your lips
Smoldering eyes taking in the sight before you, my fingers dancing circles on my clit
I watch as you harden
As your hands grip the sheets
And breath becomes ragged
 
"Touch yourself"
 
I hear the words before I even realise I've said them
 
You look shocked and even a bit embarrassed as I crawl ever so slowly toward you
I straddle you, my clit making contact with the metal of your belt buckle
A delicious sensation, indeed
 
My fingers tangle into your hair, nails scraping lightly against your scalp.
 
You moan as I trace your ear with the tip of my tongue.
 
I moan as I start rubbing myself against your buckle
 
"Touch yourself" I repeat. "I want to watch you cum"
 
You pull back, eyes searching mine, inquisitive.
 
"I'm not looking for a performance." I lick my eager lips, eyes flickering to your mouth as it parts. "I just want a view behind the curtain."
 
I feel you move back, just enough to undo your zipper, and then my dearest friend makes his debut.
 
It's been so long since I've just looked at your penis. Since last I studied its shape, its lines, watched as the blood filled its membranes and pulsed through its veins. (God, how did we ever fit something that big inside me?)  
We're always lost in "just getting to it," we haven't studied eachother's bodies in a while.
 
Once again, a smile spreads across my face as I look back up to you. There's a slight blush on your face, but in your eyes is something darker; you're as turned on as I am.