Stepped Up Behind You

Stepped up behind you,
Slid one of my hands,
Around your waist,
Into your pants,
Began,
Slowly stroking.

Kissing the back of your neck,
Creating a hickey --
First of many.

From stoking,
To,
Rubbing circles,
Slowly,
Around your clit.

You tilt your head,
Back --
Resting it against me.

You moan,
Softly,
In evident pleasure.

My legs are keeping you,
Spread,
Open,
For me.

I work my fingers into you.

You are so nicely,
Welcomingly,
Wet,
For me.

My pace,
Increases.

Close,
Now.

Legs,
Trembling.

My other hand,
Playing,
With your nipples,
First one,
Then the other,
Back to the first,
Lightly twisting,
Pinching.

Hickeys,
On both sides,
And back,
Of your neck.

Nibbling marks,
As well.

The sweetest,
Moans.

Quickening,
Breathing --
Panting.

Your hips,
Press back,
Against me,
Writhing,
Bucking gently.

I am certain,
You feel,
My hardness,
Nestled,
There.

Your moaning,
Your panting,
Your writhing,
Your bucking --
You,
A cute incoherent mess.

As you start to cum,
I bend you forward,
Enter you.

There is no greater,
Pleasure,
In my world,
Than,
The feeling of,
Your,
Orgasmic,
Pulsing,
Contractions,
Tightening,
Massaging,
My cock --
Causing,
My own,
Release,
Inside,
You.