My Process

You greeted me at the door

With no bra and sexy skirt

Taking you on the dining room table

Hoping only a little, it hurt.

My eyes met your eyes

Your lips met my lips

Running my fingers down your thighs

One of them slips.

It feels we're both ready

Our bodies prepare for lust

But it's time to take our time

Whisper, moan, beg, if you must.

Our lips disconnect

As I begin to lick your ear

Down your shoulder to your chest

My lips begin to veer.

Your nipples begin to harden

As I kiss around your breast

Your bodies invitation

For me to lick the rest.

Moving further down 

When suddenly my pants are undone

Your fingers in my waistband

So continues the fun.

Kissing around your waist

Sucking the crease of your groin

Complimenting my technique

Is the heat from your loins.

Yet again, my lips meet your lips

Up and down, moves my tongue

If you weren't holding my head so tight

It would've spun.

A taste as sweet as yours

I wish forever to savor

Kissing you after you finish

Sharing the flavor.

Now tilt your hips upward

Maximum penetration

Your nails running across my back

Won't break concentration.

The bed frame shakes and squeaks

From the deep hard thrusts

Getting closer to finish

As I lay over your bust.

With my arms under your back

I finish with no issue

Slowly pulling out

My tongue is your tissue.