Orbit

Let me follow your fingers as they orbit and skim. A string of wetness stretching from within your lips as you taste yourself.

Let me part you to learn how drenched you get. How warm. Desperate. Moaning. Toes curling.

Let me saturate my tongue with your sweetness as it drips from my mouth to yours. Finally slipping in. Gazing at you while you gaze at the ceiling.

Let me see you relax. The moment where you look at me, mouth widening, eyes rolling back, calling my name.

Let me lick you clean. Carefully. Patiently. Lying next to you before you climb on top.

Let yourself plant kisses along my abdomen. Tracing my tattoos. Meeting my eyes as you grip me.

Let yourself stroke me before running your tongue up and back down. Eagerly taking me in your mouth.

Let yourself keep me in the back of your throat. Squirming. Choking. Eyes slightly teary.

Let yourself be immersed in the messiness. A glaze on your lips. Trickling down your chin and neck.

Let yourself be filled. Swallowing. Savoring it all before we begin again.