Tease

You’ll make me come if you do that.
Fingers insistent parting dark spirals
As nipples pucker in preparation
For the nibbling of the suckling kiss.
Too much.
A slowing, avoiding, hinting, flirting
With the intensity of yearned for
Unavoidable slippery electric touch
Sliding away, back and over again
Skirting hard in circles that flick
Press and tease before delving swiftly
Away to cupping depths of long reach
Now. Please.
Fingers accept the spread of invitation
Thrum in time to the very gasp of
Threshold reached, and slow softly.
Once.
Thrice.
Please.
And no stopping, until the sighs subside
With the opening of wide eyes
And the tugging of long whispers
In me
With delicate enthusiasm’s guiding hand
Eases in through spreading frustration,
Resistant against buttock pulling
Urgency, slowly relishing thigh wide
Slippery heat, taut still with slow release,
Until he touches the depths of her nipples,
Spine long thrusts of tingling toes,
Longing’s sheen binding the kisses
In slick fervency
Of arm-thigh entanglement,
Tight with the rocking
Of teasing frustration,
Descending again to bite
His lustful collar bone.
Just fucking come in me.