Inward

You're in me up to your thumb's mound. Your other hand, pressing down, will leave my belly bruised. The lube shines a slick from the vinyl around your wrist, light blue against the dark blue sheets. The shadows from the yellow light pool under your eyes.

I'm watching you, up on my elbows. You move your hand with such care, the motion magnified though my cunt, my jaw slack.

Your cheek is pressed against my inner thigh, face relaxed in wonder. You're watching me, open.