Beg for Me

I lie under you, watching your face.
Feeling the tension in your arms and shoulders
As I draw my fingers down your spine.
My back arches, pulling you deeper within me
And, as my breath catches in my throat, I whisper,
“Beg for me.”

You moan deep in your throat; your arms tremble.
I feel your fingers sink deeper in my back.
A steaming hard tension builds in my belly
As your eyes shimmer with need.
“Please,” you whisper down to me.
I draw my thighs up along yours, my head falling back,
“Beg for me.”

My nipples swell, rubbing against your chest.
A whimper almost falls from your lips.
“My Goddess,” you pray against the flesh of my throat.
“My Goddess, please!”
My pelvis tilts as you begin your slow withdrawal.
My ankles lock to your lower thighs.
“Beg for me.”

Your humid breath steams on my throat
As my nails dig into the flesh of your back.
A sharp intake of breath. “Goddess!”
My hips move hard and fast; my legs pull you into me again.
The wetness of my body reaches out to coat you.
Your hips rock into me, carrying me to the brink.
“Beg for me!”

“Please!” you gasp, lifting your eyes to mine.
“Oh, Goddess! Let me give you my release!”
The steaming coil inside me springs wide;
My muscles clench, air catching in my lungs.
“Please, Goddess, now!”
My eyes stare into yours as I lose focus, concentrate.
My body slamming against yours, all control lost.
“I’m begging for you!”

A long, slow convulsion leaves me shuddering,
Tears threaten, then flow. I clutch you down to me.
Your body trembles with the unfulfilled need of release.
An aftershock pulls the length of my body at you.
“Please!” you whisper as I take your face in my hands.
I taste your lips, my legs slide over yours as you tremble.
The rhythm of your breath slows mine. Your voice so soft,
“Begging for you.”

I hold you still and tight against and inside me.
Until pleading bleeds into soft kisses and caresses.
You feel so solid within me, in the shelter of my arms
And my thighs.
I place one hand on your throat, pushing your head back.
A shiver of delight begins my next trip to ecstasy
As I ponder my words, slipping them from my tongue
To the delicious salty skin of your chest.
“If you really wanted to cum for me tonight, you would
Beg for me.”