Stroke

I teased her gently through the cloth,
Felt her wetness, her fabric soft.
My fingers slid, explored her heat,
Finding her folds, our pulses beat.

She bit her lip, her body tight,
Responding fast to every bite.
Then faster still, her clit I found,
Rubbing slow, then speeding ‘round.

Her pleasure rose, her body shook,
And when she came, I held and took,
But still I moved, fingers inside,
Her body surged, no place to hide.

"You're incredible," she whispered low,
Her hand on me, a steady flow.
She stroked me slow, then built the pace,
Until I gasped, caught in her grace.

We shuddered close, both lost in sin,
while the tremors slowed and simmered within.