Elevator

She is an elegant jewel on His arm,
Soft, easy smiles for all who grace her gaze,
Gazes then politely averted in deference to Him,
Poise and ease of motion, grace,
Comfortable in her skin as well as her gown,
Adorning His arm.
 
His warm eyes adore her,
This night, she is His perfect lady,
His hand ever against the small of her back,
He guides her as they glide past other patrons,
A quick, casual exchange, with another gentleman,
Genuine good-natured chuckles.
 
The elevator arrives whisper quiet,
He leads her within, the doors swish closed,
His hand grasps about her throat,
Shoving her hard and purposeful against the wall,
His hips trap hers tight,
Forcing her legs apart for Him.
 
His fingers are already inside her,
Pulping her slick, ready cunt,
Her gasps muffled beneath force of His mouth,
Pressure of His palm around her neck,
Her quaking, trembling, orgasm growing,
Held hard against the mirrored wall,
Her core hot, first sheen of moisture over her cheeks and chest,
Fingers sliding deeper still, harder,
Her white knuckled hands on hard, cold, steel railing,
Finding her gspot, feeling her ragged gasp,
Primal buck of her hips driving onto His fingers,
His single command, “Cum for me, now.”
 
Her obedient shudder and spasm around his fingers,
Her complete release, the gush of her cum,
Wet of her thighs, puddling at their feet,
His pressure demanding more, curling harder,
Her whimpered, panting, gasping, undone,
The intensity of His eyes holding hers prey,
Her head falling back against mirrored walls,
Complete surrender of her breath and body,
“Again, cum again, right now.”
Her desperate, stifled cry and back arching,
The more forceful gush this time,
Her knees involuntarily buckling,
His release of her throat and pulling her close,
Supporting her, holding her up,
Her head falling against His chest,
His wet hand to her waiting mouth.
 
The sensual, slow devouring of her juices,
Taking care to clean His fingers and hand properly,
His arm around her waist tighter and she sucks at His thumb,
Pulling her into Him, wrapping Himself around her,
Cleaned hand cradling her head, smoothing her hair,
The opening swish of the doors,
They have arrived at the rest of their evening.