A woman from a man's point of view

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Summary

"A Woman from a Man's Point of View," A man reflects on his deep, transformative love for a woman, capturing the emotions, complexities, and vulnerabilities of falling in love. Told from the man's perspective, the story offers an intimate look at how love shapes his world, his desires, and his understanding of the woman who has captured his heart. This heartfelt romance explores the nuances of passion, devotion, and the quiet moments that define a relationship. A tender and honest portrayal of love, seen through the eyes of the one who cherishes her most.

Status
Complete
Chapters
23
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Chapter One

It would be a shame if I did not explain how good her perfume smelt tonight. The smell invaded my nostrils and traveled its way down to my dick. She was turned to face the night while I stood in

the doorway my eyes dragging their way down her open-backed dress. The green complemented her pale skin, and I could not help the heat my body produced even standing a few feet from her. The wind whipped a sinful tease of her scent. It was something slick, elegant yet playful. I liked it and it made me want to push my head in not only her neck later that night.

“Are you just going to stand there?” she asked, moving her hands from the front of her placing her glass on the ledge to the side, her body pressed slightly against it. Her hips were more pronounced this way, and it made the seams of her dress beg for mercy. The same way the lower half of me was begging to be buried inside of her.

Fuck

“I like watching” my voice hinting at something quite different from the innocent scene that was happening between us “You don’t seem like the type to just sit back and watch” She half turned her head to me and thought under the moonlight I could see her cheek kissed with freckles. “You’d be very surprised what type of man I am” My voice lowered an octave or two, my body submitting to a familiar feeling. The feeling of just instinct, a man and a hole. A man and a wet…...

Fuck

“Someone would think we knew each other, the way you undress me with your eyes” I was far too deep in this thought to have her words make me look away, I already had her dress pooling at her feet and her mouth to my ear whispering my name.

Fuck

“You can feel that?” I chuckled my body pressed harder against on the frame of the door “Almost had you in your panties,” the dirty words slowly slipped off my tongue while my eyes slowly travelled up to her face, which by now was turned to face me. “Who wouldn’t feel that hot gaze of yours? Even in this darkness I can see your eyes darken”

Her voice was laced with arousal. Her nipples hardened and my eyes immediately went to them.

Fuck

They were pierced.

“You do enjoy the rest of your night though… I hope to see you around.” I did not need another quick fuck or some half-assed long-term that I would end up messing up because I sleep with her sister or roommate If I was not such a dick. However, with the way her pierced nipples were now burned into my memory I needed to see more of it, I needed to taste it.

Shit

It was about quarter to three in the morning when I got to my bed and my eyes half closed. Drunk, forgetting if I even told anyone at the party that I was leaving. Given there was what’s-her-face next to me half naked and fucked out but still I was home. I was almost asleep when she rolled over and dragged a hand over my chest” King” She mumbled tiredly as if I were about to leave, and she was convincing me to stay.

Her breath smelt like my cock, and I was too tired to respond. It was not important; she would be gone in the morning.