Fingering myself for Him

She says, "It's time, my love, for your reward"
His eyes widen, his grip on her legs grows tight
"Now watch me," she demands, with a commanding chord
Her right hand on her breast, igniting the night

A pinch to her nipple, her hand slides down
Caressing her stomach, the pleasure unfolds
To her sweet spot, her finger does pave the ground
Sensitive and aching, the desire takes hold

His eyes, fixed on her hand, never dare to stray
"Are you watching?" she asks, seeking affirmation
His voice cracks, he struggles to find his way
"God, yes," he croaks, lost in pure fascination

Within herself, her finger ventures in
His gaze wide, as it disappears within her space
Though he pleased her, the desire still remains
She knows he longs to taste her love and grace

Her mouth, she adores, but she stays on track
Ensuring his reward, she won't betray
Her finger inside, her pleasure does attract
A gentle wiggle, temptation in display

In and out, her wetness fills the air
His whimpers a plea, igniting her core
Slowly, she withdraws, making him aware
Every inch reappearing, leaving him longing for more

Before him, she presents her finger in view
"Do you see what you do to me?" she queries
"Wet and ready, all for you," her voice so true
She shimmies closer, desire making themaries

She brings her wet fingers to his eager lips
He licks, hungry like a dog, her nectar divine
She leans closer, her desire starting to rip
Tasting herself, an intoxicating sign.

Delicious.