After a cup of tea

Sitting at her kitchen table.

Finishing a cup of tea.

After sex against the wall.

Rough sex.

My fingerprints marking,
Her ass,
Where I’d gripped her,
Holding her high enough,
To drive into her.

Bruises on the,
Inside of her thighs,
Left there by my,
Thighs hitting,
Against her’s;
Both of our thighs,
Now bruised,
Sore.

There was a puddle,
Over there,
On the floor,
By the wall,
Where our combined cum,
Had pooled,
After dripping out of us.

Now,
Sitting across from her,
Seeing her nipples,
Remembering how,
They felt,
Pressed against,
My chest.

Just remembering,
Was starting to make,
Me stiff again.

She was watching,
That increasing stiffness,
Through the glass top,
Of her kitchen table.

It was making her,
Nipples stiffen.

I could see moisture,
Glistening on her,
Pubic hair;
From before?
Or newly there?

My last sip of tea;
Her’s too.

I arose,
Walked around the table,
Wound her hair in my fingers,
Titled her head back,
Kissed her,
Long,
Deep,
Slow,
Tongues explored,
Teeth bruised lips.

During that kiss,
My hand caressed,
First one breast,
Then the other,
Pinching,
Teasing her nipples,
Slid down her stomach,
Between her legs,
Where a finger,
Rubbed slowly,
Her clit,
Parted her lips,
Entered into her,
Came out wet,
Spread that wetness,
Rubbing those lips,
Massaging her clit.
She began to squirm,
In anticipation.

While my hand,
My fingers,
Were exploring her,
Her hand,
Found,
Gripped,
Stroked,
My cock,
Using my pre-cum,
As lubrication,
Until,
I began to squirm,
In anticipation.

As she stood up,
I stepped behind her,
My hip slid across her’s,
Until my cock,
Nestled in the crack,
Between her butt cheeks.

As she felt my cock nuzzling there,
She bent slowly over the edge of the table,
With a sensuous pressing motion,
Of her ass against my groin,
The head of my cock,
Slid down that crack,
Stuck for a moment,
As if to enter her ass,
She bent further,
My cock slip further,
Between her legs,
Parted her lips,
As she pushed,
Her ass back,
Harder against me,
Welcoming my cock,
Back inside her cunt,
Where it had been,
An hour before.

As I settled deeply into her,
One hand still tangled in her hair,
The other caressed its way,
From her ass,
Gently up her back,
Caressing its way,
Until it gripped,
Messaged,
A breast,
Played with a nipple.

As I withdrew,
And thrust in,
Again,
The lower edge of,
My cock rubbed,
Against her clit,
While its head,
Pressed against her g-spot.

Again,
As before,
She groaned,
“Harder,
Honey,
Harder.”

As I drove into her,
The sound of my body,
Slapping against her ass,
The sound of,
Her groaning,
“Yes!”
Her pleading,
“More!”
Her demanding,
“Harder!”
Drove me in a frenzied,
Rhythmic pounding,
That was moving the table,
Across the floor,
Until it hit the wall.

My hand gripping her breast,
Slid down to her stomach,
Lifted her hips,
A little from the table;
Her toes,
A little from the floor;
Tilted her hips enough,
Allowing even better access,
As I drove my cock,
Repeatedly into her cunt.

She stiffened,
Her legs twitched,
Her cunt tightened,
Convulsed.

Her moment had arrived,
And It brought mine.

I unwound my hand,
From her hair,
Lowered her hips,
To the table,
Stepped back from her,
My cock dripping on,
Her floor,
As she stood,
Our fluids,
Ran down her legs,
To the floor.

She looked at me,
Stepped forward,
Gave me a kiss,
Deep,
Lingering,
Her body,
Tight against mine,
Whispered,
“That deserves,
Another cup pf tea.”