There's No Way

Can I Watch?

[Smut Warning]

[Camila's POV]

It had been two weeks since my surgery and recovery seemed to be going pretty well. Some days were better than others, naturally. Still the good days seemed to far outnumber the bad ones. I still had a minimum of three weeks recovery time left and that seemed to feel like a lifetime. Shawn continued going to work normally, but I was on medical leave so most of my days were spent alone at home watching old movies in the living room.

Today was no exception. I had sprawled out on our large couch and cuddled up under some blankets, snacking on chunks of watermelon as I watched Titanic. I couldn't help but groan in annoyance during the sex scene. Shawn and I hadn't had sex since that first trip to the hospital nearly two months ago—for no reason other than the fact that I wasn't allowed to. Doctor's orders. I was more than willing to help my husband out whenever he'd like—I mean, not everything was off the table. He still took care of things by himself most of the time. He was careful to never expect me to help him get off or assume that I would want to—and although I appreciated his manners, I was also just as desperate as he was and was more than willing to take what I could get.

It wasn't lost on me how he would wake up before me and sneak off to the bathroom for a bit, or how his post-gym showers lasted longer than they usually would. I found myself getting overwhelmingly curious about how he'd touch himself. Did he think about me when he did it? And if he did, what did he think about me doing? Does my name fall from his lips the same way it does when I'm the one getting him off? Are his strokes slow or fast? There were a few times I thought about asking him if I could watch, but I always chickened out. I don't know why...it's not like I had never seen him cum before. I guess something about watching him pleasure himself felt more...intimate.

I ended up falling asleep on the couch before Titanic had even hit the iceberg and once again found myself very grateful that the "no sex" rule didn't apply in my dreams. I woke up about thirty minutes before Shawn would return home from work and decided to make some quick pasta for dinner. I didn't know how to cook much, but I knew how to cook enough and that seemed to be sufficient.

"Something smells delicious!" Shawn's voiced echoed through our house as he made his way from the front door to the kitchen. I spooned some of the pasta from the pan onto two plates. "Looks like you're feeling pretty good today," he said before pressing his lips against my cheek quickly. I turned toward him after he pulled away and reached up to tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him down for another, much more heated kiss. He moaned quietly into my mouth as our lips moved in sync before I pulled away.

"I missed you," I whispered against his lips. He gave me a knowing smirk and gently brushed his thumb across my cheek.

"I missed you too."

We played Scrabble at the dining table as we ate our pasta. Shawn joked about how his grandma would always say "dinner is no time for games" anytime he or his cousins would start getting rowdy at family dinners.

"Now look at me—literally playing games at dinner!" he quipped as I giggled and placed my small wooden tiles down on the board. We continued eating and playing before finishing both the game and our meal. "Alright, add up your score." We both sat in silence for a bit as we totaled up our final scores.

"Alright, what did you get?" I asked.

"378."

"Did you say 378?" I questioned, a grin slowly spreading across my face. He nodded.

"Why? What did you get?" he asked.

"413." Shawn's jaw dropped at my answer.

"What? Are you sure?" he asked in shock. I tossed him my score card.

"Read it and weep, Mendes. It looks like the undefeated king of Scrabble has now become the very-defeated jester." Shawn just laughed and shook his head at me.

"Alright, you beat me. But only once! I fully plan on reclaiming my title next time we play."

——

My eyes fluttered open and I looked over at the clock on my nightstand. 5:43 am. Shawn would be waking up in about an hour to start getting ready for work. I was laying on my side as he spooned me from behind, his arm draped over my torso protectively. I moved slightly and felt his erection brush against my butt, earning a quiet groan from him. I debated continuing to "accidentally" brush up against him some more, but opted not to. A couple minutes later he stood up out of bed and staggered over towards the bathroom. I finally worked up the courage to stop him just before he opened the door.

"Shawn," I called out in a sleepy whisper. He paused and turned to look at me. My eyes traveled from his face down to the prominent bulge in his underwear before returning to meet his gaze.

"You can just go back to sleep, baby. I can take care of it myself, don't worry about it," he said before turning towards the door one more time.

"Can I watch?" I finally asked. He looked at me, clearly surprised but not opposed to the idea.

"Um," he cleared his throat. "Y-yeah, I mean if you want to watch...you can." He made his way back over to the bed and stripped his underwear off before laying back down next to me, propping himself up slightly with some pillows. He reached into the drawer of the nightstand and grabbed the small bottle of lube we kept handy. He squeezed a small amount into his hand before carefully coating his length with the slick liquid. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly dragging it up to the tip. He swiped his thumb across the tip to spread the juices that had already collected there before moving his hand back down his shaft. He continued slowly stroking himself as I gently caressed his bare thigh. I couldn't help but ask what I had been dying to know.

"What do you think about?"

"It...depends..." he responded through satisfied pants. "R-right now...your mouth." It took everything in me to not climb over to him and start sucking him off like I knew he was envisioning. "You're so good with your mouth, baby..." he moaned.

"Thanks...so are you," I responded. His grip seemed to tighten a bit and he began pumping himself a bit faster after I had alluded to him eating me out.

"Fuck...your pussy...god, I miss being inside you..." he groaned.

"Are you thinking about my pussy now?" I asked. He nodded as he continued his strokes.

"Thinking about...how you r-ride me..."

I could tell he was getting close so I continued asking questions. It was obvious that describing what got him off was...well, getting him off.

"What does it feel like?"

He groaned. "You're so tight...and w-wet. God, you're always so wet. And warm..." He was pumping himself in his hand at a quick & steady pace.

"What gets you off? What do you think about when you're about to cum?"

"Oh my god, Camila..." he groaned. "I th-think about you cumming..." I bit my lip and let out an involuntary moan at his answer. I honestly hadn't been expecting that one. "I think about...how t-tight you squeeze me...how your legs shake and your eyes r-roll back...how your m-moans turn into screams and your back arches up off the bed...oh god." He bucked his hips up as he reached his peak, releasing himself onto his abs as he moaned in pleasure. I watched him lay there, breathlessly panting, before moving on top of him and licking off the mess he had made.

"For the record," he said between pants. "It's usually not that good when it's just me." I smiled and kissed his cheek before whispering in his ear.

"Yeah, I enjoyed it too."

A/N: oof.

Also, I've been working on another story called 16 Months. I'd really appreciate if you'd give it a read (if you haven't already) ♥️