Secrets

He comes to you.
Half hard,
wet,
sticky with me.

I wouldn’t let him cum.
He needs you.
Slipping out of his clothes,
into bed.

Feigning sleep,
smelling me,
us,
on him.

Scooped by his arms.
Kissing you,
awake,
he thinks.

Surprised,
your kisses,
returned,
so eager.

Tasting me,
faintly,
tongue searching
his mouth.

Fully erect,
pressed at your hip,
trying to open your legs,
keep his secret.

You won’t let him.
You know,
no secret,
a gift.

Hand around his cock.
Sticky,
hair matted,
unwashed.

He moans,
fearing an explosion.
Your hand tightens,
stroking.

You surprise,
rolling him over.
Quick,
sucking, licking.

Mind plays tricks.
Surely, you know now.
Amazed at your passion,
hunger.

Imagines,
your horniness
masks
the added musk.

Knowing,
you are cleaning,
him,
of me.

Mounting.
Riding.
Hard,
Fast.

Is this how,
I fucked him?
In a bed?
Against the wall?

You tighten around him.
Hot,
powerful,
he fills you.

Hips up and down.
Oozing out
Grinding, grinding, grinding.
Your release complete.

Knowing,
tomorrow we will talk,
compare,
no secrets.

I’ll tell you,
I want to taste you,
still sticky,
with him.