He Uses My Body

Darkness envelops, no hint of light,
Awakened by his presence, fumbling in the night.
I turn, seeking comfort and rest,
He slides beside me, and I trudge towards my dreams' crest.

Again, I'm roused, with less grace this time,
My duvet whisked away, legs forced to part, a crime.
Attempting to flip, he pins me down,
Strong hands press, my body in his grip bound.

Swift and resolute, he's on a mission,
Rough fingers on my thighs, in precise precision.
Kneeling between, he grabs the lube with haste,
"Don't budge!" he grumbles, tension etched on his face.

I lift my head, desiring to watch,
But his growl repeats, my movement he tries to botch.
Frustrated, I relent, under his control,
The bed shifts, his pressure taking its toll.

Weight upon me, deeper he delves,
Thrusting his cock, my body he compels.
His hand explores, fingers probing briefly,
Then replaced with his member, entering me ever so fiercely.

A pause, his touch encircling my neck,
His other hand in my hair, a bond to connect.
Slowly at first, he starts to thrust,
Holding my head, his need turning robust.

Not initially wet, but his force becomes a tide,
The combination of lube, making me slide.
I arch my back, yearning for more,
But forbidden to touch, frustration starts to pour.

He uses my body, for his own release,
Grunt muffled in my hair, his arousal will not cease.
His hand firm on my neck, his cock deep within,
He raises his hips, whispers touch my skin.

"Now, you may explore," he whispers in my ear,
His satisfaction achieved, released from his grip of fear.