Gently

An acquaintance has mentioned to me that my eyes are gentle. Loving. He says this as he imagines grinding his pelvis into mine. He finds the liquid warmth in my eyes to match the liquid warmth in my cunt, and a counterpoint to his rough hardness.

I was describing the taste and texture of his cock. His demands were simple. Say it. Say what you tasted. I tasted cock. His groans were his undoing. He said my name as he came. I drew my breath in sharply, it seemed so intimate too quickly. My fingers twisted my nipples.

I told him I am neither gentle nor loving. I have to give him something that is not me. His pause and disbelief. It's in your voice, he said. That is lust. Ah, so you do lust for me. Giving him more and more. My fingers return to twisting. He says my name into the silence. Coaxingly.

I continue to twist.