Shut Up

"Shut up."

You are smiling as you speak,
but your eyes
command me to my knees.

Grinning up at you,
I lean forward
and embrace your hips,
kiss your belly,
stroke your back and waist,
Fleetingly touch your breasts.

Humming,
I press my face into your belly.
Your hands, caressing my head, urge me to descend.

Kneeling still lower,
I kiss your mound through your dress,
enjoying the warm fragrance of you.

My hands
slip down your legs
to your calves,
and slowly rise again,
under your dress
caressing your behind,
stroking the small of your back,
before catching your waistband
and drawing your underpants down,
past your hips
to fall in a pool at your ankles.

Widening your stance,
you draw me deeper
into your rich seam.

Parting your lips with mine,
I explore,
encouraged by the sounds
you are making above me.

My lips gently suckle your clitoris.
My tongue caresses your lips, inside and out.
As I lick and suck, you ride the hard ridge of my nose,
reaching for the beautiful mindlessness of orgasm.

My tongue strains and reaches
into your depths.
The pressure is building in you,
But my tongue isn't long enough to do more than tease.
You touch my face
and clutch at my hair
begging for something more.

Smiling up at you,
I.
Slowly.
Slip.
My.
Finger.
In.

Shuddering,
you lean backward into the wall,
your grip on me tightening.
You are panting hard.

For half a minute, I don't move.
Then.
Slowly.
I.
Draw.
It.
Out.
I slip my finger into my mouth,
eyes locked to yours.

Returning to licking and sucking your vulva and clitoris,
I slide two long fingers inside you.
Working together and in opposition
my twin digits explore
the delicious ridges and bumps
inside your vagina.

Driving forward now,
"come hither" fingers
repeatedly stroke your vaginal wall
while lips and tongue and teeth
tease and torment
your swollen lips and clitoris.

Your moans inflame me.
My body is electric.
My mind is buzzing.
My cock is rigid with thoughts of following where my fingers lead.

Freeing my left hand,
I slide it up your hip,
stroking your waist,
past your lower rib and,
finding your right breast,
squeeze.

Your voice deepens and breathing quickens.
Your hands jump to your own breasts,
massaging and squeezing,
pushing them closer together, letting my hand pinch
and play with both your nipples.

You are so close to the edge.

I intensify my fiery attentions on your most sensitive places and the sensations come crashing together in your belly, your chest, your vagina, your brain.

You cry out
and slide slowly down the wall, your knees
no longer
able to support you,
only dimly aware of where you are.

I catch you in my arms
and guide you to the floor,
gathering you up on the soft carpet,
your head cradled in my lap.

Stroking your hair,
I revel in the light
I see streaming from your face.

Minutes pass.

Smiling. Giddy.

"Shut up."