He left me with a vivid picture in mind the other day and I have not been able to get it out of my head since. I love to watch Brian cum. I love to watch his face and his eyes it really turns me on when I see his expressions change, his breath quicken and his head thrown back, it does not matter if I see him cum as a result of my hand wrapped around his cock stroking him or if it is his and he is doing it for me, I just love to watch that creamy white stream spurt from the head of his cock.
Masturbation was common and frequent in our relationship and something I never grow tired of. I love to see him laid back with his legs spread wide his shoulders propped up on a few pillows so I can study his face and his movements. That sly grin he gives me when he starts quickly turns to a more serious look and I see the arousal building. When he begins stroking a little to fast I like to slow him down and whisper to him,
"Go slow baby, slow down, go easy."
I know how hard it is for Brian to cross that point stroking slow and it drives him crazy when I keep that slow methodical rhythm when I am doing it for him. Slow long strokes pulling that skin back tight when my hand goes down, and then all the way back up and rolling the swollen head of his cock between my fingers on the upstroke. Usually wetting my fingers in my own juices and rubbing the slickness along his cock then moving closer to lick between my fingers.
Sitting straddled across Brian's thighs holding him in my hand and pulling his cock back toward me with my pussy pressed up against the base of his cock feeling his balls against me lifting slightly up and down teasing my clit with the hard flesh feeling each distended vein. My pace quickening as I get higher and closer to cumming. That first cry out usually sends the other over the edge.