Privlaged.

I could make her smile and I could make her look away. It wasn't hard to catch her staring at me when I wasn't looking. She was giddy and longing for something that she felt strongly that I could give her. She didn't want for my flesh, but the connection it allowed to passions.  Any fool could see desire on the edge of her lips; she tasted for with her tongue. I could feel her run the play by play through her head. Of how I would feel in her mouth, touching her softly, and pressing down with the weight of my wanting. I know the smile that can use to make her shake below. A power that leaves her seeking breath and a wanting to be filled by all that I am. Even with lights low I can see the want to give and worry it will be enough. I smirk as I know she has no clue as to the power she already holds tight over me. With her standing before me I like to take her fingers and tease the tips with mine. I watch her as she watches me touch her, as I trace my fingers to her wrist before I take them. Her only response can be a turn of lips and a cute act as if she is shocked. I like to take her kiss before she can give it, and to tease just before it. To hold myself close but let the vestige be all that connects us for now. The evidence not only the raise red marks of my palms on her backside, nor the tracks of my teeth along her inner thighs. Only the shadows on the wall come close to knowing the way we feel. We work to saturate one another with the things we have been searching for, clear we are drenched with hunger. When my hands found her hips with fingers pulling at her flesh, hers found my back and pulled me in. From shy to eager I feel the switch as if she has finally been given permission to be free. Avid with determination to pull from me a satisfaction that she knows she can give. This yearning has built for long before we met, and the indulgence begins with her breaths taking in mine. Her body moves to grind and ease onto mine. Fulfillment comes as she slides me safely into the embrace of her needs. I watch as she reaches to find her own indulgences. Widening her ideas as she releases her inhibitions. Together we sway and rock into the night finding our flexibility. Longing to wake in the morning, finally free.


© Jeph Rants