My Partner Gave Me the Best Orgasm of My Life Without Even Touching Me

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I saw his hunger in his eyes. He looked at me with such urgency, such raw emotion; it was a pleading look that compelled me to match his carnal energy with my own. Positioned at opposite ends of our shared kitchen, I was desperate for him to touch me, and he was just as desperate for me to touch him. But despite how consumed we were with our own pleasure, we both refused to give in.

Matt* and I had been seeing each other for just over a year by then, but he'd always had this kind of effect on me. Even in mundane settings, there was a charge between us, an undeniable pull. A normal conversation over breakfast could easily end up with us both half naked. So when I saw him scanning my body one morning as I leaned against the kitchen counter, I picked up on his look immediately.

With a coy smile, I went over to kiss him, and our lips entangled as we lost ourselves in the urgency that gripped us. But this time, he broke from our usual routine.

"I want to watch you," he said as he pulled away from our embrace.

I blushed at the thought. For some reason, masturbating in front of someone has always made me anxious. The idea sounded hot, but I was worried I wouldn't look as desirable as I felt. Yet something about this particular day was different, and a sense of boldness and confidence overtook me as I considered his proposition.

Giggling, I sauntered away from him, back to the kitchen counter where I'd left my tea. The grin he wore was intoxicating, helping to calm the initial embarrassment I felt as I started to rub my breasts, teasing my nipples through my top. It wasn't long before I reached under my top to feel the warm glow of my skin, my eyes curiously watching him the entire time.

He was transfixed, and that made me feel so empowered, almost like I could do anything. I was all he cared about at that moment, and it gave me the confidence to give him a show worth watching.

I sank down onto the kitchen floor to make myself more comfortable, while one of my hands traveled down the length of my stomach. Slowly, I slipped my hand underneath my waistband.

At first, I thought it would just be him watching me, but when his hand unzipped his pants, a smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth as he gave me a sultry stare. He started to stroke himself, watching me as I took off my pants.

Even though the tile floor was cool underneath me, I couldn't feel anything but the pulsing happening between my legs. And as my fingertips traced frantic circles around my clitoris, my back arched against the kitchen cupboards as my moans echoed off the walls. I kept my eyes on his as I slid my finger down and inside me. That cool composure he'd maintained started to slip away as his hands worked faster, too. I was too consumed by my desires to even think straight.

Normally, Matt is quiet during sex, his moans barely above a whisper. But now, he became more vocal, as if seeing me so uninhibited made him want to behave the same way. I wanted him to moan as uncontrollably as I did, so I slid another finger inside myself. And as I quivered across the room in front of him, his unbridled groans started to match my own. I felt like a goddamn goddess.

My hands were my own, but I moved them like he would, with the same need that he had as he touched himself. I wanted to come for him, but I also wanted to come for myself and give us the ending we both craved. And being able to see him and hear his moans as I touched myself was just enough to tip me over the edge. When I moved my fingers back to my clitoris, it didn't take long before my legs started to twitch. And that was all he needed to climax himself. It was the most powerfully sensual experience I've ever had.

Five years later, I can see why it isn't just the sensuality of this experience that keeps the memory so alive in my mind — it's the vulnerability I allowed myself to have in that moment. I'd been having sex for years by the time I had that kitchen encounter with Matt, but I still often felt guarded with partners. Masturbating together with Matt, however, I was wide open. It might sound cliché, but it felt like my body wasn't the only thing exposed — my soul was, too. I couldn't hide from his gaze. And it didn't scare me like before.

Though I'd always considered my partner's touch to be vital to sexual gratification, when it was removed, I had one of the headiest orgasms of my life. And ever since that time in our kitchen, I've allowed myself to find pleasure in being seen under the watchful gaze of my partner. He wants me like no one else ever has, and now, I let him see me like no one else ever has, too.

*Names have been changed