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Counting

There is no need for words
Only utterances of wanting

I await his arrival patiently
Chilled slightly by the breeze
Blowing though gently
Caressing naked skin

I close my eyes as he enters the room
Slowly…carefully…quietly
Trembling with want I count to ten

Waiting for his touch

Wanting his touch

Needing his touch


One… I hear him draw near
Two… He kicks his shoes away
Three… Pants are unzipped with haste
Four… He crawls up the bed to lean over me
Five… I feel soft lips brush against my own tenderly
Six… His fingers become ensnared in my curled tendrils
Seven… Kisses planted sweetly on my cheek and down my neck
Eight… He settles on hardened nipples, ripe and eager to be teased
Nine… I moan inaudibly as his mouth once again smothers my own
Ten… He lays himself down resting his weight upon my straining limbs

I open my eyes to him taking him in completely
For a brief moment in time our eyes speak for us

No longer able to contain my passion takes control
I dive my fingers into wet, hot flesh-
Folds of yielding skin that ache to be entered
With a quickness so unexpected I climax
As he too enters my core, moving along with me

My legs pull him in to me as my need grows
I take him in hand, guiding him in….mmmmm
He slides in with ease as I open myself to him fully
Thrusting… bucking… plunging
I pull him in deeper, deeper, deeper
Oh God I need him to fuck me hard
And…I…. oh how I love him in me
I push up hip to hip, bone to bone
Until he hits that spot- there it is- yes right there

Harder

Harder

Harder


And finally when I can take it no longer
I push up with one last thrust as we come as one
I stifle a scream

And then it is done
My heart continues to beat out of time
As we lay there
I close my eyes
And begin to count again…
Copyright ©2006  Lucy Mitchell