Taxi

I chose you from a photograph.
Then the usual, drinks, dinner
You bought flowers. I like your smile.
We share a taxi home. The air
Is full of unseen sparks. I want you
To touch me, but how to ask?
It's easy. My mouth opens and I suck
My lower lip. You're watching.
I catch your gaze and hold it.
Now we're kissing, your tongue running
Across my bottom lip, my hands on your chest.
I feel you reach for my hip, I gasp
As you move your hand up my skirt
And then your finger, pressing
Against my cunt. My head lolls back
As you stroke me, gently, making me wet.
Then your tongue on my exposed neck -
I sigh and squirm with pleasure,
Gripping your wrist, begging in whispers
For you to go on. I'd fuck you if I could
Here in the back of the taxi.
I'm swollen and wet from your touch,
Fired up, ready to have you inside me.
The taxi stops. I can feel you
Walking behind me to the door. Door locked
And you immediately start
To open me. I'm naked in seconds,
Your cock knocks against me as you lift me
Onto a table, and then you're inside
And you're so good, I'm breathless and crying,
Crying out for you to go harder.
You pound and thrust within me, my pussy
Throbs and swells some more. I explode in climax,
You still go faster, and in the noisy air,
You come inside me with cries of your own.

We lie on the table together. Sweaty,
Excited, still spinning in euphoria.
You can stay here tonight. No need
To call a taxi.