He Love Me

He loves me,
He loves me not.
He really loves when I'm on top, of him.
As I glide my body up and down ever so gently on his pole.
His hands mold my waist as he guides me in a motion that makes his eyes glisten and shine from the mere feel of my wetness.
Ready to release within my walls,
He fights to with stand the sensation.
I tell him, "Let it go."
He says, "no"
And places his hands on my breast.
My nipples are already hard,
And then he starts a circular motion sending a sensation through me.
My sensitive spots he knows,
But I try to go with the flow and pretend that it doesn't even phase me.
My reactions show more,
As my eyes roll in the back of my head and the juices between my legs begin to trickle.
He signals for me to change positions but did I listen, "no."
I just wanted the satisfaction of seeing his reaction when the dam holding his milky creme breaks.
He Loves Me!!!!!