The Eyes Never Lie

Have you heard the saying? That the eyes never lie? Well it’s true.

I tend to fall for men with blue eyes. I’ve always loved blue eyes. But last night I realized a perk of them I had never noticed before; it’s easier to see the pupils. Science says your pupils expand when you look at someone you love, and watching it happen is a magical experience.

My ex has enormous eyes. What I affectionately call “Disney eyes.” You know, how all Disney princesses have insanely large eyes that would look absolutely terrifying on a real person? His aren’t quite that extreme but they’re pretty big. Anyway, there was a time towards the beginning of when we started hooking up that I went over to his house. We talked, as we always did, and I guess he wasn’t sure if we were actually going to hook up that time. He was always very polite and never would’ve suggested it, he always let me lead.

He followed my hands as I disconnected my medical device and set it to the side. I could see him processing. He knew I’d do that before we fucked so it didn’t get in the way, but I could tell he didn’t want to make any assumptions yet. Again, this was still pretty early into our relationship. Then he looked up to my face, searching for answers. As I pulled my hair up into a ponytail I saw his pupils widen. Quite noticeably. That was the moment he knew he would get to fuck me and the excitement was visceral. Literally.

I wonder if he noticed the smirk that crept across my lips. I tried to keep a straight face but I couldn’t help but blush a little at this reaction. It couldn’t be faked. The eyes never lie.

I’m not suggesting he loved me. He didn’t (yet). We still didn’t know each other that well. But he was undeniably into me in an uncontrollable, primal, instinctual way. And I loved it.

Last night I was riding Dakota (as I do) and he came (as he does). I was watching his face, his eyes closed tight as he climaxed. As soon as he opened them and focused on my face his pupils grew huge. I watched as they slowly returned to normal, continuing to fuck him, slowing my tempo until I reached an eventual stop. I hugged him tight and he hugged me back, keeping my body pressed against his. We laid there catching our breath while he was still inside me.

Sometimes the sex is just a checkbox. We need to cum, we need to show each other we’re still attracted to one another, we need to put effort into intimacy. But this wasn’t one of those times. This wasn’t about an orgasm, this was about showing him I loved him. And his eyes showed me he loved me back. Despite everything we’d been fighting about the last few days, he still loved me back.

I find comfort in the involuntary responses. Seeing tells and knowing they can’t be bluffing. Knowing it’s real. The eyes never lie.