His Turn...

"Lay back", she whispers
Pressing his body down, down
Into the warm place she left
On the bed

Tender lips roam randomly upon
The inviting landscape of his nakedness
That trembles slightly
From her touch

Muscled thighs tighten reflexively
Relax then with trust
She crouchs low, takes her place
Between them

The scent
Musky
Male
Fuels her desire
To envelop him then

No
Not yet
Slow tasting
Teasing
Groin, scrotum
Up
To the downy mound
A firm shaft now arches over

The base knows the wetness of her tongue that
Moves languidly up
To tender slit
Flickering there, lightly before
Lips part from an eager thrust

Mouth first, then
Grasping low, a light squeeze
Stroking
Reveling in
This familiar taste
Nipples aching, taut between his fingertips
He is all in

In unison
Slides
Wet hand, wetter mouth
Pacing with his pleasure
That grows harder,
Still
Almost too much, she opens wider

By the set of his body
She knows
Legs outstretched
A hand seeks out
Her hair, her shoulder
Completing the circle of connectedness
Between them

He is there

Low moans timed with
Rhythmic pulsing
Hair, breast held
Tighter

Salt/Pepper taste flows
She drinks it in, sucking gently
To savor all
He has to give