You are in Trouble

From the moment you got to the house I knew. 

From the Moment we went into the hot tub with friends, I knew.

From the moment I asked to use your shower, I knew.

I tried to be good but I know how good your cookie tastes, how good your Cookie feels and how much I like watching you let go. 

 Your voice goes deep into your chest of overwhelming sighs escaping pursed lips through sweat and tight grips. Your hips heave into and out from the couch as if a living being would hold onto your thighs pulling you deeper and deeper into the couch to swallow your every moan. 

You beg, "No, no, no", but your body is saying," Oh fuck yes"!

You fight it, at first, but you fight it like you want to not want it. 

"Put your finger inside me", you say with eyes half closed.

I comply, because I'm polite," with pleasure".

You tell me how you like it, I let you tell me.

You give orders, " Not so hard here. Don't stop, right there", and I let you.

When you think you have what you believe to be "The Spot" I begin to rub your clit slowly Building a warmth between your thighs.

I watch the dance that becomes more contorted rhythms into convulsions drawn by fits of," Oh God! Please don't...don't...ah FUCK"!

"Do you want me to put the other finger in", I asked but before I get the last syllable through breath she guides my hand inside her.

She didn't want anything else but my mouth and my hands all over her.

She gave orders, I took them.

She moved my head this way and that, and I let her.

Just when she was about to let go again...I stop what I was doing for a drink of water: Her face was priceless.