The Delight Of Him

The delight of him, standing there beside the bed
Between my legs, all fine strong limbs, warm skin and fur
As I bring his cock to life in my mouth
Oh the sweetness of that swelling flesh
My hands full of his buttocks, drawing him forward, closer to me
His hands full of my hair, drawing me forward, closer to him

The I love you length of his body
Pressed flat to mine
My face between his hands
Captive, treasured heart in his
Breath in my breath, my salt on his lips

A delay to tease and play at my lewdest
To kneel and bend before him
Forward, obvious, confident little cunt
To show him, to feel his eyes and hear his murmurs
Wanton and wet, his one girl show
Like a dog really, like a provocative little bitch

Oh he works hard enough for me
He's in the employ of my body you see
He sweats with effort, hurries and rushes
Makes haste, and maintains a furious pace when need be
Fingers flash in a frenzied blur
Until the customer nods and sighs
And pants her satisfaction
And declares him promoted to king

And then, when all is very nearly said and not quite done
Sometimes a moment when enough is enough of being done to
Then being done is his desire
I see him sigh, a sigh of relief I think
At last, she's there, in her place on top of me, tits in my face
He likes to see my breasts you see
He likes to watch them sway
He likes the pleasure of their movement
When I grind him into the bed
Bones on bones, and me
I like to watch his face
And feel his belly tense
And hear him groan and sigh
When my grinding does its job,
When he fills me with his delight.