his lips part in satisfaction
as i cup my palms
and hold his face,
lightly tracing his jaw
with feather-light pecks.

a sigh escapes his lips
as i move upwards,
a ghost of my lips lingering
my breath heating his ear-shell.

as my teeth scrape the heat
of his flushed skin,
revelling in the pink hue
left in their wake,
his breath leaves him
in a ragged pant
bringing with them the traces
of a deep throaty moan.

a sharp inhale is heard
followed by a heavy trembling sigh
as my tongue lashes out
to soothe the ache my teeth caused
and to leave a promise
of sweeter things to come.

-

The sun melts into the sea,
orange fusing into cerulean
waves caress the sand floors
the winds carrying the caws
of the birds returning home.

The serenity is broken
by a long drawn-out moan,
blending into a whimper, a plea for relief
my body bathed in sunlight liquefies into gold
then crystallises all at once, quaking
reduced to a shuddering mess
from the tremors
arising from the brute force
of his upward thrusts

His teeth score the soft flesh of my neck
tongue lashing out to sooth the ache
he presses my back closer to his chest
my name a prayer
tumbling down his lips,
at once praising my obedience
and denying me my sweet relief.

-

The air shifts as he enters the room
Standing right behind me,
Far enough for us to not touch,
Close enough to make himself known.

With a delicate swipe
He brushes my hair off my neck
Then leans down to taste,
To inspect his artwork from the night before.

Soft petals and wispy breaths
Travel down my back
While his hands start an upward journey of their own.

His teeth sink into my softness
While his fingers find haven
In the moist warmth
In the place he calls home.

-

My face cupped in his palm
His thumb grazes my tongue
Gently caressing
As I suckle at its tip.

He slides the other hand
Down my torso
A light brush
On my heated skin

His fingertips play
A soft dance at my thighs
Always avoiding the place
Where I need him the most

His fingers graze my core
Never fully touching
My hips rise of their own accord
Until his digits find their home.

-

The water drips down my back
As I stand under a hot shower
After a long day at work.

Behind me, the glass door slides open and shuts,
Quietly, not disturbing my trance.

He stands behind me
His chest grazing my back
Stroking my scalp,
Gently
Continuously.

The motion is slow
Drawn out
Sensuous
Soothing
Quite unlike his other fingers
That work at a rapid pace
In and out
Faster now
And deeper
Harder
Until finally, he has coaxed a moan
And coated his fingers
With my sweet release.

-

I watch his face
as his eyes flutter open,
a groan slipping from his lips,
husky and rough after sleep.
I see the recognition
sliding onto his face
as he finds me on top of him,
and feels the effects of my actions.
He grabs hold of my waist
and stills my movements.
I watch in awe,
my mouth opening wide,
my head tilts back
as a moan and a gasp mix together
before leaving me in a sigh,
as he holds me still in his grasp
and thrusts up into me,
with wild abandonment.

-

I stand in silence
my hands pushed against the wall
as he palms my throat from behind,
lightly squeezing, teasing me.

Bright white flashes through the window
lightning pouring in the dark room.
It is difficult to discern
The source of the rumble that followed.

Was it the thunder announcing the onset of the rains?
Or was it his groan,
As I pushed back at him,
Bringing our bodies together
Impossibly close.

-

Woah, great thighs! How about I sit on your lap while you hold my waist and rock me against them?

-

Such fine fingers you got there, would be a shame if I didn't use them on me and made myself cum, huh?

-

he holds my jaws
in a punishing grip
forcing me
to open up
he places his thumb
firm but gentle
on my tongue
i taste myself
on his hand
my mind dissolves
into a cloudy haze
in my disorientation
i almost miss it
the sharp command
that he somehow
manages to make
sound like a praise
'suck'

-