Laced Fingers

 Reluctantly my lover heeds my pleas.

Our legs intertwined his hands release my hips and lay claim to my ample breast.

The anticipation causes my pelvis to throb.

Again I plead.

His hands heed my command.



Nimble fingers laced around my neck.

The throbbing feeling between my legs over rides my thoughts.

Squeezing harder, the sensation intensifies.

Instantly I moistens and melt over his manhood.

He knows it, he feels it, smells it.

His hips thrust harder into me.

His grasp becomes steel.

Until the pressure is so great, the pleasure at my pelvis fades.



Then what I truly enjoy is the dizziness in my head.

My eyes slowly roll towards the ceiling.

My body is almost numb.

I long for this pleasure, no longer a bodily orgasm but rather  a taste of oblivion.

Just as Im about to lose all contact with my physical being,

I begin to cough violently.

My body's safety mechanism.

How I curse it.



My lover removes his grip in fear that I may have been harmed.

As I return to reality silently I wish he would finish what was started.

Give me what I long for... sweet nothingness.

But I tell him not of my true intention.



Rather I regain my breath, remove my hips from his.

My lips find my way to his passion, now scorching despite how wet I was.

I lick ever so lovingly before I engulf it entirely.

He throws his head back, arches into my mouth, and moans.

I stroke, massage, suck his passion fiercely.



My lusting hands pull at his fingers till they lay at back of my head

He knows what I want.

He wants it too.



Hands push me deeper into his passion.

His hips buck eagerly

Wildly

Faster and faster.



I can barely breath.

Then he pushes so hard my forehead is buried in his belly.

Now Im choking on his passion.

The heat between my legs is now fire.

I know what's about to happen.



I enjoy my breathlessness but I its not as good as when his fingers are laced around my neck.