His Hands

As you lay still in your bed,
a pillow propping up your head,
a hand moves slowly past your knee.
Who's doing this? You cannot see.

Despite that fact, you remain still,
then shudder as you feel the thrill
as the hand moves on up to your thigh,
and when it squeezes, you can't help but sigh.

It rubs your thigh so soft and slow,
and a male voice moans, deep and low.
You feel your pussy getting wet,
though he hasn't even touched it yet.

The other thigh's his target now,
you want to speak, you've forgotten how.
Your breathing quickens at his caress,
your legs part, and you manage a "yes..."

And then he slides his hand up high,
slowly moving past your thigh.
He brushes over your soft, slick mound,
delighting in the treasure he's found.

Moans escape both of your lips,
and with a small movement of your hips,
you encourage him to touch you more,
ready for whatever is in store.

His fingers enter, first 1, then 2,
and when thumb finds clit, you let out an "Oooo!"
"Play with your breasts," his voice commands,
and so you fondle them with both hands.

You rub them, stroke them, and give them a squeeze,
you pinch, you roll, you give your nipples a tease.
And all the while, his fingers move,
reaching their own sensuous groove.

Your moans get louder as you both play on,
now nothing matters, for all thought is gone.
As his fingers move faster, you feel your body thrum.
It's not long now, you're going to cum.

His fingers pound your pussy, hard and fast,
you don't know how long you can last!
"Cum for me," he whispers to you,
and in a shaking, shuddering explosion, you do.

Your pussy clamps upon his fingers,
and even afterward, his hand lingers.
You find the strength to glance his way,
and for a second, know not what to say.

With both elation and surprise,
you gaze into half-closed, sightless eyes.
For while you saw nothing and heard only commands,
he saw everything with his hands.