Gratitude

Velvet hands tickle my back,
Making me shiver and tingle.
Whispers and kisses sound in my ear.
I can feel my heart pounding.

This was what you'd promised me,
Hinted at, teased me with,
This morning when you went off to class.
Tonight is about my pleasure.

The velvet hands are under my shirt,
Pulling and dragging and tearing.
My pants and jockeys are a twisted tangle
Wrapped around my ankles.

Now I am dressed in velvet.
It covers me, carresses me,
Heating me up and giving me chills,
Making me rise to the occasion.

You smile at me and kiss my chest.
You thank me for all of last week.
You whisper that the stress is ended.
Your head goes down.

Your lips open.
The head goes in.
Your soft, wet tongue tickles my cock.
Your velvet fingers lick my balls.

The sensations are overwhelming.
I'm in a whole new world.
A delightful tension is building, boiling.
The explosion is coming, but you stop.

"Please," you tell me.
"Now," you say.
"I want it," you whisper.
Your mouth captures me again.

I can resist no longer.
A groan escapes my mouth.
I'm coming.
I'm coming.