Mutual Resuscitation

We dance briefly at the reception, and I lead you out by the hand to the women's room, slam you against the shut door with a firm kiss, and guide your hand down to my cock.
You stroke my length, grinding the base into me
I find every beating pulse in your neck with my lips.
Your pant in my ear colored with the barest hint of your voice
The percussive music of need.
No thoughts now, just bodies tearing off clothes
To mix our and heat and sweat, spit and cum.
I kneel in reverence, in surrender, in worship, in instinct.
Your scent hits me like incense
And I can already taste you on the back of my tongue.
My mouth floods like my pussy already has--
All my fluids rising to the surface,
My insides straining against my skin to make contact with you.
You spread yourself open with your fingers,
And I am on you like a wolf on a jugular
My tongue snaps your hard clit into the pillow of my lip
And slides up under your hood
Then a mirror downward flick into a subtle welcoming suck
Lip covered teeth holding you in place.
There is no world but your thighs on my cheeks
And the tip of my tongue seeking the line of the ridge of your erection.
You curl your fist in my hair and pull me into you.
I am lost in my persistence, drawing your blood to me until
Your lips can contain no more.
You rip me off you by my hair
And growl, "Fuck me now."
I stand up and shuffle behind you.
I curl myself around you, my breasts pressed to your back
My strap-on rubbing your ass, my hands on your front, fingers twisting your nipples,
My cum-coated tongue licks the salt from your neck.
I walk you over to the high window, grab your hands and place them on the ledge.
I pull your hips back so you're hanging from the sill--exposed and stretched.
I spit on my dick, position it, and drive home with a single buck of my now possessed hips.
You are more than ready for me.
We push into each other and pull apart.
My hands guide the motion of your hips,
Pulling you onto me.
Your lips separate and join on each beat
Tugging and hugging your clit.
My first mission is to use your hole to cum inside you.
My second is to reawaken your cunt to to her true nature,
To return her to her essential state as your second heart,
To do what a heart does and pump.
My cock is her blood infusing her with purpose
Invading her atrium, and diving into her ventricle.
She is on the edge of remembering, my current jolting her to life.
And the ragged, feral sounds in your throat complete the circuit to my cunt.
And my first mission is all I see
Grabbing you tight, nails in your skin, I pump in earnest
Wresting my climax from your body,
I have ceased to give, ceased even to be human,
But the taking is what she needs most,
And your woken heart begins to beat, then race,
Then pound so hard you can feel it in your fingernails,
So hard I can barely enter you.
At that resistance, I cum in kind above you,
My contractions dictate my rhythm as my muscles take the helm.
I wrap my arms around you, my hips slow and jerk like an unwinding spring
And I chant "Thank you" in your ear in a hoarse voice full of tears and love and sex.
We shake together and know that everything we've done has been pure.