Addiction

I tremble in anticipation.
Knowing my place I wait until told to remove your suit.
All that leaks from me as I rub against you uncontrollably will be licked clean.

My hands sweat in their want to touch they ache your command.
One strap then the other, finally I am to taste the saltiness of your breasts.
Seasoned by the sea as if to tease the palate.
You turn, I move closer only to have you place me under the tight hem of your suit.
Your hands guide mine to your flat stomach.
Pulling you tight against me it is impossible to stop. I feel as if I will empty against your tender cheeks.

“ Tell me when you have to cum “ is all you say.
I know the aftermath as it is my addiction.
It is the reason I cannot stop even if you demand it.
You know I have to lick it all from you.

Pushed away I wait as you taunt and tease pulling the suit down and stepping away.
You make me kneel with a torturous smile.
“ Tell me what you want “, more a tease then command.
But you have done this to me, make me say it then make me wait.
It is you created this addiction.

I answer and you question, not quite sure.
“ Should I bend over “
“ Do you want me to spread my legs wide open for you “
all meant to make me beg.

There is no need to say anything further as you point to the little puddle that has formed beneath me as I waited.
You can’t resist watching me lick it from the floor following it to where you now wait.

Start at your heel, I know the drill.
The scent of salt and sweat teases, promising, then a warm stream.
I want to breath in it suckle it from your tender calf follow it to the source.
Hands grip me tight pulling me, turning me, fitting me tight against you.
I can’t keep up with your twisting, rubbing and grinding I swallow but in vain as you run down my chest.

Then just as quickly as it began you are at rest.
A gentle push to put distance yet allow the slightest touch.
Seconds pass like hours for me now.
My addiction still unfilled as yours comes to a quiet end.
I know how you love this moment, I know to that it is yours and I will not intrude by speaking.
So I wait.

When it is time you bend, my tongue finds my pleasure and yours.
To taste myself from you, a mixture of your playfulness and needs.
This is my addiction, slowly as I trace and lick and suck, it will become yours.