Tasting You

It is the anticipation that draws me close,
my lips parted.
Kneeling before you,
eyes pulled to your fingers as they so *masterfully*
tug down the clothes that bind you.
Why do I love this?

Wetness.
My mouth, my tongue, between my legs.
It envelops me as your scent cascades around me,
intoxicating as your strong hands entangle within my hair.
I brought to you,
welcomed to serve you.
Oh, how I love this.

It is a release,
to finally be allowed to encircle you with my lips.
Eyelashes flutter, hands grip strong thighs, and soft breath escapes.
Our desires mix,
your need lighting the fire within me.

I watch with lusty eyes
as you begin to lose yourself.
This…*this* is why I love tasting you.

It is a fragile fragment of time,
seeing someone who is a *master of control*
lose that because of me.

Your shudders shake a needy moan from between my lips,
muffled only by your tightening body.
Your grip in my hair tightens,
creating more of a challenge to continue.
But I’m always up for a challenge.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9gfmqh/tasting_you