Butterfly

Butterfly

Cocoon tough and protective
Her red lace barrier covers her skin.
His eyes linger patiently yet hungrily.

    He walks closer, face deep into the crevice of her neck
He breathes and the wind blows.
Her cocoon sways in the wind. She's shaken.
His tongue tickles her neck along with the heat from his breath and nose.

    He speaks.
His voice ricochet off of her vocal cords, creating a ripple effect
Purring sounds escape her throat.

    Hungry for more, no longer patient he plucks the cocoon from her tree.
To the bed they go.

    She looks on with amorous eyes
Heart pounding.
New territory and no rules, she hesitate giving in.

    And then he speaks.
His mouth by her ear laying out the plans of how he will unarm her
His voice resonating deep sinking into her bones.
She lay paralyzed, not as if she's prey but the ultimate prize.

    It creates an earthquake.
Anymore pressure and the cocoon will break.
He sees it cracking and presses on more ambitiously.
    
    Relax, he whispered in her ear.
He cradled her head in his arms and looked into her eyes.
Her lips plump and pink, she looks up.

    Keeping her distracted with pillow soft kisses and sucking on her juicy bottom lip
He takes the time to trace his fingers on the inside of her thighs to intensify the impending explosion.

    She loves it, he sees the cocoon future opening
The head now exposed showing her radiant face, eyes closed.

    He wastes no time and his fingers magnetically stick to her clit.
He felt her gasp, further confirmation that she agrees with the plan.

    She nibble his lips and feverishly kiss him as he slowly stimulate her button.
Her legs pop wide open for more and she lifts her bottom for her panties to be thrown on the floor.

    He looks and thinks, plan complete.
He palms her pussy with his massive hand and begin to pet her which causes her to grind unconsciously against it.

    He unsnaps her bra and her cocoon completely falls to the floor
Her breast dances to the rhythm of her grinding.
He couldn't help but to latch onto them.
Her nipples the color of fine organic dark chocolate, unsweetened because her body is the brown sugar.

    She protests about the triple stimulation
Breast, clit, and kisses.

    As he take turns on each nipple, now flicking their tips with the tip of his tongue he slide his middle finger into her gates simultaneously rubbing her love button with his palm.

    She bites on her lip nearly drawing blood and shaking.
He leans down and whispers in her ear, ensuring her that she's in safe hands.

    She has a death grip on him
Moaning out uncontrollably.
Maybe her winds are beginning to emerge.

    He then rubs her button with his wand, preparing her for entry.
And she begins to fly as if it was all she's ever known.

                                                   -Rain