A Taste of Sweet Caramel

It's a matter of patience, really
a matter of discipline...

I take you in my arms,
full of my own need, that painful throbbing,
yet knowing that for our first time
it's all about you

We kiss, of course,
slowly at first, then
with more passion
and we begin to remove clothing
(not our own),
getting down to the basics, those
little barriers hiding our most secret places

Then, I have to ask,
"Are you sure?"
Tilting your head, and
leaning back, you answer,
"I'm here, aren't I?"
then those final bits are cast to the floor

After more fervent kissing I begin,
tongue trailing downward, and with hands
caressing soft caramel skin,
paying extra attention to those most sensitive places
-you jump, at times,
electric shivers bringing gasps, moans
and heat to your skin, moistness of sweat
and arousal comes forth,
to reduce (but not eliminate)
our gentle friction

From neck to navel, from your feet on up
I slowly stroke, caress, with both
firm hand and gentle fingertip (as required) then,
when you can no longer stand the teasing I begin
to bring you over the edge,
focus on your pleasure, your most sensitive triggers,
with both mouth and fingers, inside and out,
subtle strokes and swirling tongue on top,
fingertip slowly and quickly, with no set pattern,
against that spongy, sensitive spot an inch or so inside

Oh, how you react,
moans and cries for more, more!
You lose your footing, but not fall
as my arm supports you, keeping you on your feet
while I continue the task at hand (and mouth)
then, unable to resist further,
you cry out,
waves of pleasure crashing into you, through you,
complete release overcomes you, and
with a gasp you, with some reluctance,
ask me to stop.
You catch your breath, your heart settles,
then as your energy returns,
that afterglow of pleasure,
you smother me with kisses, then
roughly push me back onto the bed

You grasp me then,
my throbbing need in your hand,
and, with a smile and a wink,
you go on to show
that patience has its own reward...