From the eyes (and thrusts) of your girlfriend.

As you arrive back at your house, keys jingling, you remember that Jon is inside. You walk in, ready to lay with him. You are tired, and annoyed with work. But perhaps he will want to fuck you. He is always so gentle. You crave hard thick sex, to be thrust against at the point of breathlessness. You want him to take you. It isn't as if you don't love him, but a gentle boyfriend does not usually equate to a hard fucking.

You open your door to your bedroom and there is Jon, laying across your bed napping, his hand softly resting on his crotch. Upon walking in, he wakes up, sees your soft gaze upon his dick. You watch it swell with longing.