Valentine 2

Wordlessly
she laid her hands on my shoulders
and thrust me down on the bed;
Unable to hide my swelling desire,
which made her smile,
she began tug my earlobe with her teeth,
whispering: ‘you look ready’
 
She rose above me,
hands on either shoulder,
and commanded: ‘stay’
 
Her fingers trailed
down my body
where she gently, but firmly,
exposed me
and let her fingers dance about,
toying a moment with my senses
 
She ran her tongue beneath me
and up to the tip of my eagerness,
placing a soft and tender kiss
and whispered: ‘delicious’
before engulfing me with
warm and wet lips and tongue
 
My domineering little vixen
took calculated pauses
to whisper beautiful, dirty things
in between deep plunges,
perpetually drowning my senses in
the overwhelming pleasures
of her warm mouth
 
And with mounting anticipation
I could not withstand
the wonderful torment of her tongue,
and she gripped me,
Suddenly zealously sucking
and unexpectedly taking in
all I had to give
before releasing me with a gasp
and slowly gazing up at me with doe eyes
as she caught her breath
 
She bit her lip and smiled
faint and sweetly:
‘Did I do alright?’
 
She then stood, somewhat steadily,
a strap of her slip now off her shoulder
 
She looked at me and licked her lips,
those doe eyes wide with anticipation,
sliding a finger beneath the other strap
to withdraw it painfully slowly,
inch by inch
 
It seemed an hour
before her slip
did just that,
and fell to rest uneven on her hips,
leaving bare her delicious belly
and modest shapely breasts
crowned with perfect pink buds
just begging for a taste
 
She smiled giddily,
taking a step like a drunkard,
her voice a blend of
lust and timidity:
‘What are you
going to do to me?’