To be continued

My hand cradles the small of her back
As I’ve pressed her against the wall, and
We stand barely touching belly to belly.
Her eyes hold me while her hands investigate,
Discovering no surprises.
She slowly, mutely mouths the obvious:
‘You want me.’
She sees me searching for my line, but
Touches a single finger to my lips and
Says softly with a smile:
‘Have me.’
I raise my other hand to her chin
Tilting her head up to meet my lips with hers
And we enjoy a modest kiss.
I pause to admire her face:
The color in her cheeks,
The shape of her nose,
The curve of her lips,
The depth of her eyes.
She brushes her hair behind her ear, and
Slightly angles it toward me
As if to offer me my next move.
Not a difficult choice to make,
As I’ve learned the proper application
Of pleasure here
Makes her extremely receptive
To my further advances.
My teeth gently close about her naked earlobe,
Tugging it moderately
As my lips and tongue rub her nimbly.
She voice is sultry in my ear:
‘Oh, that’s too good.’
Her hands are still groping between my pants
So I take mine and grab her wrists,
Pulling her from the wall, and
Wrap and hold them behind her back.
She playfully pouts at me:
‘Why not?’
I breathe warmly in her ear:
‘We’ve only just begun.’
I delicately gnaw on her ear again,
Loosing one hand while the other
Keeps her restrained.
I lay it on her stomach and slowly slide it down,
Touching against her jeans, and
Beginning to trespass beneath.
She quivers slightly and I hear the smile in her voice:
‘This isn’t fair.’
I withdraw my hand and pause to look at her.
She’s smiling and snickering,
An impish look on her face.
Impromptu, she stands tiptoe and
Draws her tongue up my cheek, and
Grins wickedly at me:
‘I don’t want you to stop.’