No Mistake

Your front door was open.
I walked in, the soft sound of sensual music played.
I called out your name, no answer, no other sounds existed other than my own footsteps on the hardwood floors.
Wandering through the lounge papers sprawled across the coffee table, disturbed, spread, worked on.

I moved up the corridor towards your room.
Perhaps you were asleep.
But the front door was open…

I peered into your room, tidy, covers pulled tight.
No sign of you.
I stood, I was mystified.
I heard a soft giggle from the bathroom.

You sat, naked.
A sly look on your face, cheeky, sexy.
Your fingers in our mouth, tongue licking them, a smile resulted.
Knees up, together.
Pussy wet, raw, gaping, exposed.
Your eyes on mine and your face moving
from smirk to cheeky to satisfied.

Drips of your precious juices
having trickled down the inside of your thighs
around the curves of our butt cheeks and onto the cold, hard floor.
Drips of your juices from experiencing an unashamed climax
while just sitting on your floor.

Nipples are hard as you tweaked and twisted them
before my gaze.
Staring at my face, your smile continued to grow
as you understood I was in love with this moment.
Seeing you so free, so open, so much like a child
yet so unchildlike as it was such a mature sensation.

Your fingers returned to your lips,
inserting them while I watched you.
Sliding two fingers slowly inside,
and your eyes shuddering closed as you cannot resist the temptation
to frig yourself
hard, deep, fast until you get off,
right before me
as you are in such a state of elation
nothing will prevent you from going over the top one more time.

Your eyes squeeze open and your mouth emits a soft word.

“Watch.”

Feverishly, you drive your fingers in and out, in and out,
of your soaking, responsive, swollen cunt
until your thighs grind together,
feet dig in
and your butt lifts off the ground.
Your head tips back, mouth open wide and a scream emerges.
You cum, your fingers covered in your cream,
but you don’t stop knowing I am watching you,
hearing you,
smelling you,
and you squirt all over your hand, across the floor
and you call me a cocksucking bastard
to inspire you to this painful climax
and for not fucking you.

You relax, your knees fall apart,
fingers remain inside your heat.

You look at me and tell me you love me.
Waiting for me to return words to you.
I let you sit for a while until I said,

“Come to bed
and I will tell you all the beautiful things you want to hear.”
You rose, presenting your hand to me;
I grabbed your wrist gently and led you away
for pleasure and passion and love.

LLW