Command Performance

Perform for me. I want to see your juices flowing. Watch your back arch with pleasure. Moaning, sighing. Our eyes catch. That wonderful moment that only happens in live performance. The one the drives you to greater heights. And when by your own hand you are spent, that is when I swoop in. Audience participation is always welcome. My voice in your ear, enveloping your perception. Cock deep in your ass. A most intimate performance. The show shifts. Beating a staccato in your flesh. A crescendo. A flourish. And then wait for the applause to cease.

Stargazing

He was already lost in her eyes. Entering her almost an afterthought. Watching her face, mouth open, waiting for a kiss.

A kiss, a sigh, still watching. Noticing the sweep of her eyebrows.

Tenderly pushing away a strand of hair from her face.

Their bodies writhing, clutching at each other, struggling for purchase, still he was focused on her eyes.


Blue, fading to grey, as dilated in the low light as she was contracted around him lower down.

Opposites in aperture, equals in intensity.

Breath quickening, pulses rising, a flash in her eye, and release.

He blinked.

Handsy

Searching for you in the dark. Did you turn off the lights? Did you blindfold me? My hands stretch out. I can sense you just before I touch you. My fingers touch your bare flesh. The small of your back. You are faced away from me. 

I move my hands up across your back. Finding where the darkness ends and you begin. Or is that the other way around? I brush the hair from off your neck and rub your shoulders. You sigh softly. It's a good start. 

I move to envelop you from behind. Your breasts are a handful. They'd be more than a mouthful, but that would wait for another time. I give your nipples a slight tweak. You laugh. Every time I grab your nipples, you laugh. Why is that I wonder? I knead your breasts gently.  

I move again into a simple hug; wrapped around your waist. The hairs on my chest tickle your back. My cock presses against your ass. Lower now. I feel your heat, resting my hand outside you. But my need takes over. 

My fingers find your clit and you gasp. I hold you close against me; one hand on your breastbone, the other inside you. You writhe against me, wanting more. Three fingers probing, slipping, thrusting, trying to find your secret spot. Your breath catches. My hand grows wet. You fall back against me. 

Still I hold you. Never letting go.