The Suit

I go down on you and you breath hard into the darkness. You say you want to reciprocate and I hesitate but I let you because well, why wouldn't I?

You dive between my legs, massaging me, thrusting your fingers forcefully inside of me, touching me with your thumb and your tongue. I expect you to get bored quickly but you don't. You persist and insist, you have me entranced on a blissful plain that stretches out endlessly like a desert sand. Soft, sun bleached. I walk on the hot white coals, blistering feet, scorched muscle, pulsing. I am in a painful, highly aroused, state. I am leaking fluid everywhere. I am causing an almighty mess. You are touching me like I am the purest most exciting thing.

I say fuck me, we do briefly, but then you slip back down and carry on. When I come its so hard. Your fingers penetrate me double, my fingers rub me. I moan and bleat and giggle and squirm and breath hard and experience that out of body moment in the desert, in the hot sun, on my back, with your hands. It is so intense and so long awaited and so fucking good. You seem so satisfied and you ask "How was that?" and I let my teeth chatter and I stare at you.