The Howl Of Hospitality

I am distracted again,
by the need to bask
in the tightness
of your fit,
which has been fingered
and licked
 
The howl of such hospitality
leads to a shuffling of plans
when such addictions
jolt straight to this cock
when I require
that you saddle upon me
and rock,
back and forth
inching me deeper
into the combined sensations
of you wet, me hard
 
Our mouths meet,
becoming the catalysts
for such a hot greet
and the deeper we probe
the more powerful,
you will feel that load
escape me
and release
in that inner core
 
Good lord,
in a roar
what is stored
off the bed
and to the bare floor
 
in grunts and moans,
that symphony of saturations
echoes through halls,
her delight amplified
by the emptying of his balls,
lightly smacking against her
in spirited thrusts,
hitting nerves
that will guarantee  
her gush
will coat him
in divine appreciation
of such concentrated efforts
 
He will smooth his hand
against her hair,
when they've concluded,
choosing to lay there
in her confines,
until he grows soft again,
delivered back
from the heights of their creation
to bask in the tender aftermath.