as I pulled her head down for her favored sugars
now that our illicit car date was drawing to a climax.
She moved her head slowly, as I preferred;
for once we weren’t in our usual hurried pace.
I ran my hand inside the seat of her jeans,
kneading that little bottom which I adored,
then dipping a finger into her sweetening honey pocket.
“Do you like how I fuck you, baby?” I asked her,
not for need of knowing…I knew,
but because I liked the way she mm-hmm’ed
while still holding me in her mouth.
Petting her auburn hair,
soft yet annoyingly tied up with a stick and leather barrette,
I desired as I always did that she was free to see me in leisure,
to openly walk out with me in public and share the world’s diversions,
and that bliss like this could routinely be returned to her threefold.
My pressurized rumble began at length,
and knowing I held a huge load in store for her,
while needing to keep my pants clean for my return to work,
I said, “Swallow every drop, baby,”
then held my free hand on her throat to count the gulps:
one, two, three, four, five, SIX….seven.
She lifted her head to reveal a glistening drop late in coming.
“Lick that tip clean, sugar,” I coached,
and she obeyed with a swirling kiss.
“Such a good girl you are,” I allowed,
removing my finger from her to taste
and wish upon.