Foreplay

I had to beg you to stop.  
My hips were trapped by  
your forearm  
and I’d lost track  
the time times I’d  
jerked against your  
mouth and cracked my back  
on your bed,  
and my clit was so  
sensitive that  
I was nearly  
blind .
 
I had to beg you to stop  
and you smiled from  
between my thighs and
kissed my stomach  
and said  
you like to hear  
me  
beg,  
then let me up  
like a gentleman  
 
Well motherfucker,  
I’m not a lady in bed,  
and you’ve had all  
the fun, haven’t you.
haven’t you.  

I pushed you off the bed
backed you up,
thigh-to-thigh,  
your cock  
reaching for me,  
and I pushed  
until your back was  
against the wall,  
because it’s my turn.  
 
It's my turn.  
 
Your face was glistening  
with my juice,  
and I ran my tongue  
over your  
salty lips,  
the way you’d  
just done for me,  
 
and I breathed  
every,  
inch
of your skin on the way  
to my knees.
 
My hair, heavy with  
sweat,  
hung down my back,  
touched the top of my thighs as  
I settled in  
and ran my cheek against your length.  
 
Reverently,  
as if I were in church,  
I cupped your balls and
buried my face in that little hollow  
next to your dick,  
your coarse hair brushing  
my eyelashes,  
as I smelled  
your  
musk.  
I palmed my clit  
and winced,  
on the verge of  
coming again.  
The earthy
way a man smells  
when he's ready  
is fuck candy to me.  
 
I moved my hand  
to the shaft,  
liking the heft,  
liking the girth.  
and  drew in the head,
 
and I worked you in,
getting rid of the poetry  
of face-fucking  
and lapped my tongue  
around you to reduce the friction  
The saliva thick in throat  
while I worked  
you in.  
 
But I don’t think I’m working at  
your pace, so you pulled my hair into  
a pony tail and wrapped it around your hand.  
My other hand, dug in your ass,  
and I looked up you,  
eyes too wide,  
mouth stretched around you
hand twisting around the bottom of your  
shaft at the place where I couldn’t quite  
make the bottom.  
 
We found that rhythm,  
you looking down,  
me looking up,  
my hair around your  
fist like a bridle.  
 
But I wanted you to
feel  
what I feel.  
So I braced my
other hand against your ass
and pushed down.
working you in farther  
all the way down my throat  
choking,  
cutting off my air supply  
getting deeper each time  
the obscene sound of my  
hollowed cheeks suctioning on  
and off with each thrust of your
hips,
you fucked my face
until  
I stared up at you  
like a crazed mime,  
 
no words,  
mascara tracking down  
my cheeks and  
red lipstick smeared  
across my face  
 
And you nearly drowned  
me, and I smiled as  
I coughed,  
swallowing your load  
as fast as I could  
but not fast enough to  
keep a mouthful from dripping  
out of the corners of  
my swollen lips.  
 
I smiled because I felt your  
legs buckle.  
 
So I kept.  
Going.  
Sucking hard on  
your emptied shaft
able to get it all in  
my mouth now  
between the
lubrication  
and the reduction in  
turgidity.
 
You pulled on my hair  
to get me to stop
because it’s  
so damn sensitive  
when you come,  
isn't it,  
and I could feel you  
tremble  
when you said my name  
 
but I braced my forearm  
against your hips  
and  
I'll stay  
down here  
worshiping foreign gods  
on burning metal altars,  
until you  
 
beg me  
 
to stop.