This Beat Between Us

Posted on March 29, 2016July 20, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

I am
Naked, spread
Bound here, for you
Perched and impaled
In this moment of us—
The star on your cock
And the light in your eyes,
The name you whisper
When you thrust so deep.
I am spinning, swirling
Losing myself to this beat
Between us,
This music of flesh
We play
When we move like this.

You are
Trembling, hands
On me, fingers
Stroking my skin,
Rocking me to my core
While you fuck me, now
Ropes straining at my wrists
Gasps spilling out loud,
A jumble of sound.
You are plunging, groaning
Losing yourself to this beat
Between us
This current of lust
We crave
When our fire burns hot.

We are
Moaning, loud
Two souls, crying
Hips grind and press
You’re all the way inside;
I shake, I shudder
Eyes clenched tight when you thrust
The spasm within
Searing with your force.
We are swaying, dancing
Losing ourselves to this beat
Between us
This sky full of bliss
We share
When we come as one.

Pomp and Circumstance

Posted on March 15, 2016July 20, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

The sound of my alarm is his cue:
He's awake, pushing aside the covers,
Wrapping his body around me.
His fingers don't hesitate, sliding easily
Between my thighs and within
The swell of my cunt,
Ensuring I am as wet as he thinks I am.
He's right, of course,
I’m always like this in the morning—
The days and nights a blur
Of heavy eyelids, tired sighs, fancy clothes,
And a dismal hope of any
Encounter between us despite the hours
That have passed apart.

So here I am—his fingers in me,
His voice a growl against my neck
His arms curving around, hoisting me up.
"Taste you," he mutters, wrangling,
Shifting me until I am posed on his face,
His desperate fingers clawing
Like the slip of his tongue.
It never matters to him that I am
Disheveled, unshowered, musky;
Not when his mouth surrounds my clit
Or his fingers find their way inside.
"Fuck,” I moan. He is eager, hungry,
Lapping at my wetness, making more
Hard thrusts of his fingers, taking
What he can from me this morning
While he waits for the dam to break
In my wild writhe against his tongue.

It doesn't take long. It never does.
I’m all pomp and circumstance by day,
But his mistress of the morning
After a long, hard night; a quivering mass
Once he pulls me beside him
And rolls me onto my back,
Driving in before I've even come down.
He plunges deep, grips my hands tight
Biting at my lips while his breath
Becomes a steady groan, his cock
Filling me until I’m whimpering all over again.
It’s only after we come that we share a
Quiet moment: his lips on mine,
His fingers gliding down my side
The minutes ticking by—his, mine, ours.
Then he smiles into my face and says,
“Good morning, love. Better get dressed,
And get to work.” Indeed, I should,
For one more day, until…

Greedy, Greedy Girl

Posted on February 10, 2016July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

I'd tell you we've never done this before
But it would be a lie.
In fact we've done it so many times,
I'm surprised it can shock me—
That the way Max circles me while
Steven locks me in place
Can still send ripples up my spine,
Electricity straight to my cunt.
But that's how they like it—
How they like me:
Cuffed to this chair, legs spread
Well before
Steven drops to his knees and
Thumbs my pussy lips apart like I'm his

But I'm not.

"Make her wet," Max says,
As if I'm not already,
As if the weight of his stare alone
Doesn't make my heart thump in my chest,
Or that the slide of Steven’s fingertips
Hasn’t already brought the most delicious,
Excruciating gush of heat
To the apex of my thighs.
His thrusts are hard, deep, fast,
So different than Max's,
With the slow, deliberate way
He'll slide them in,
As if sinking into quicksand while he
Grins at the quiver of my mouth

Like right now.

I am gasping, delirious
Steven mouthing my clit and
Sweet, sweet Max coming up behind me,
Taking my hair in his grasp when he growls
"You like that, don't you?"
Then his lips are on mine, quick
Smothering me in a kiss that only he can give,
Which—paired with Steven’s tongue—
Is making me writhe against this chair.
The seat’s hard against my naked ass,
And I’m straining with the bind of my ankles
The pin of my wrists, with Steven,
Tongue and fingers slicking
While Max yanks back my head.

I’m so open.

Steven’s tongue is baiting me.
I am feverish, trying to squeeze my legs together
And for doing so, I earn the slap of Max’s hand
Before Steven stops cold.
They both eye me, and
I'd cry if I wasn't so close to coming,
But the shuffle that commences
Makes it hard to breathe—
Steven rising from his knees,
Stripping off his clothes;
Max coming round and
Teasing fingers in,
Checking to see if I’m satisfactory
For what comes next.

I need this.

“Greedy, greedy girl,” Max whispers,
“How bad do you want him?”
He’s three fingers in
And I’m clenching my teeth,
Because I know this cue for Steven,
Know the pinch Max takes of my nipple,
The way he twists it, hard
While Steven steps a little closer,
Grabbing his cock not two inches from my face.
“Well?” Max says. His fingers
Have found my sweet spot, but he’s
Just holding them there, still,
Mouth floating over my clit,
Waiting for me to show him

Which I do.

I part my lips and Steven grins,
Easing his shaft along my tongue
Much to Max’s delight, and mine, too—
The moment Steven shoves inside my mouth,
Max gives me what I need:
Mouth sealing over the swell of my clit
With a hungry, pleased groan.
So I suck, hard, lips closing tight
Whimpering when Max breathes, “That’s a good girl,”
And kicks his fingers into motion again,
Slow, slow, deep, till I smile around
The thrust of Steven’s cock.
I have to show him, them
Exactly how much I need this.

I really do.

Earth

Posted on December 11, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

We lie here, together
One with this earth
Bodies writhing,
Chests pressed
Arms stretching in soil,
We seek to grab anything,
Clawing into ground.
Muddied and sore,
Our fingers lace, tight—
Mine are yours
Yours are mine
And your kisses
Take my cheeks, my lips,
Shocking like raindrops
That tumble down from
The murky sky.

As we fuck, the dirt
Spreads, surrounds,
Hugs the grind of our hips
The arch of my back,
The dig of my heels
On this sandy shore.
Ours are desperate groans
That sway and hum;
They are the sweep of waves
Filling the universe
With an infinite, noisy lust.
For this, we press on,
Our hunger that of the dirtied—
Wanting, bearing down;
Together in this soil
We are one.

There is a tremor
Earth-shattering
A cry that fills our ears,
Rattles our souls
And we shudder in this caress.
This is closeness,
Us
But our need is harder,
Heavier,
Sweaty and raw
We are lost
In this feral clutch,
Longing to be closer
To be deeper, and part
Of the very earth
On which we grind.

“Longing” – Part of Coming Together: In Verse

Posted on November 24, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

I believe this is what they call longing:
The quick pulse in my neck
The tightness of my belly
The hot, wet clench of my cunt,
Because all I can think about is you—
Standing there, that smile on your face
Cock hard and lifted
For me.

So I catch a breath of air,
Catch because I can
Hardly breathe when I look at you
When I think of you, when I crave you,
Walking closer and
Skimming fingers over
All the parts of me that long
For this.

You sit beside me
Hip to mine, head cocked
Those fingertips finding their way inside—
No pretense, no hesitation.
I find my breath, fast and deep,
Like the thrust of your fingers
And when I close my eyes and cry out, it is
For you.

I know now that
Yes, this is longing,
Even when you give me what I ache for,
Show me what I need.
I still lie here, feeling you, loving you
Lost in your touch—but
Longing—infinitely, indefinitely
For more.

I Imagine

Posted on November 6, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

I imagine
Fucking you—
Lifting my skirt, straddling you
Settling over your
Hips and taking
Your cock in hand,
Plump, full
Glistening with that sweet drop
Of precome
Before I glide
Your beautiful length
Along my sticky lips,
The look on your face
Making my cunt seize
Just before I slide you in
And take you as far as I can.

I imagine
We’ll moan
You’ll be so deep inside,
I’ll dig my knees in the floor
So I can best thrust
Along your glorious length.
My hands will run
Up your chest,
Down your sides,
Fingernails digging when
That kiss of yours
Makes me fuck you
Harder,
Makes my pussy clench
With the way it feels to
Ride you.

I imagine
How we’ll knock
Against that floor,
You stretching me,
Hands on me,
Staring into my face
As I thrust down,
Back up, and god,
You feel so good.
Gasps spring from our lips
And your body tightens
When I grasp your arms
As firmly
As my cunt grips you,
Then take one last, hard rock
To send us into bliss.

I imagine
We’ll lie there
For a while
Hearts pounding,
Breath wild
Bodies lifting, shaking
And tingling.
The sweet fluid
Of us drips
Down all over our floor.
You kiss my fingers,
Nibble them as you grin
Both of us are sated, trembling, happy
Still
Until, I imagine
We try it once more.

Bound

Posted on September 8, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

“I want you,” she says.
She extends her palms
She is naked, crouched
On this hotel room floor,
And as she tilts her head
Her hair brushes
Over one of her nipples,
Red and hard, jutting out
From the flush of her breasts.
“Please,” she whispers.
Her belly tightens,
The flesh of her thighs shakes
When she rises to her knees,
But what strikes me most
Is the look in her eyes—
Deep, desirous, loving
Binding herself to me.

I unfasten my belt
Tug it off my hips,
Weave it round her wrists
As she asked me to do
When we arrived.
Her breath quickens
As does mine,
And once her hands
Are locked together
She wriggles closer,
Waiting while I unzip.
After I release myself
I take her belted wrists,
Guide them under my cock,
And sigh as her fingers
Instantly curl around me.

I cannot stop watching her
When she takes me
Hungrily in her mouth,
Seductive whimpers
Gusting out as her lips
Slide all the way along me.
She doesn’t flinch when she
Moves so quick I strike
The back of her throat.
She doesn’t do anything but smile
As she glides back and forth,
Fingers gripping me tight
Eyes promising, telling me
Everything as the moan
Falls from my lips.

“You are beautiful,”
I say, and she is—
The most beautiful goddess
I’ve ever known,
Her lips reddening as she sucks,
Her body trembling
Almost as much as mine.
The sounds of her mouth
Make me quiver,
Tingle, and gasp.
It’s when the pleasure
Rises that I pull away,
Taking her wrists and
Helping her off the floor.

I push her back on the bed
Hook her wrists round my neck,
And spread apart her legs.
I find her with my fingers—
Dipping them in, slipping them out,
Watching the look on her face,
The flicker of her eyes.
“I need you,” I say,
“Want you so much,”
And her head moves up and down
As I kiss her, then slide inside.
Her heat sucks me in,
Grasps me tight.

Her cries spill
Against my mouth
As I thrust, and inhale her scent.
I am drowning in this.
She shudders when she comes—
Eyes open and bright.
I see her love for me,
Feel my love for her, and
So I drive deep to show her—
I want to be bound
Like this, to her,
Forever.

Monday

Posted on July 20, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

It’s Monday
So I know you know
What that statement means:
The blare of alarm
The blinding sun
Oh fuck me
Time for work.
But what you don’t know
As I’m stretching out
Trying to wake myself up
In a jumble of sheets I
Somehow wrapped around my limbs,
Is what happens next
On this particular Monday

Which is rather spectacular.

You see
That alarm makes its shrieking sound
And I slap it with a grunt,
But then Maxwell slithers up behind me.
He buries his lips
In the crook of my neck
And despite the tangle of the sheets,
He’s found his way in
Hard cock against my ass
As his fingers find my clit,
And I know in about
Five seconds
That this Monday isn’t going to be
Like that.

Also, that I won’t need coffee.

“Happy Monday, baby,” he says,
Fingers massaging my swollen clit
Before he slips them down and inside of me.
“Mmmm,” he says,
As he props himself up,
Sweeps aside my hair
And bites the back of my neck.
“Hi,” I murmur,
Because he’s thrusting fingers in and out
Cock rolling up against them
From his position behind me,
And I wonder how the sun
Can be so painfully blinding
But the ache in me so good.

Maxwell knows what he wants on a Monday

So he gathers my hair in his hand
And tugs it, hard
While he bites my neck again
And shoves his cock inside.
I’m awake, so awake,
He’s buried to the hilt
Just listening to me breathe.
“Good morning,” he says.
I arch back my hips
Because words are lost on me right now.
He sweeps fingers over my clit
And then he starts to move
Really move
Driving hard and deep.

Pleasure hits me brighter than the sun.

I whimper when I come
And Maxwell holds me tight
Fucking me so hard
It’s as if he’s been away for years,
Though he’s been in my bed all night.
I wish I could describe
How hard I’m shaking
When he thrusts in,
Groans
And fills me with his heat.
It’s the best kind of caffeine,
Revving us both up
As we lay here,
Panting.

I’d tell you I hate Mondays but I’d be lying

Because we stay there for a while
His fingers sliding up my stomach
Lightly stroking my skin
Teasing my nipples,
His kisses playing over my neck
While the juices of our Monday morning
Slip out of me and over us,
Just before the snooze alarm
Starts to scream.
Maxwell leans over me,
Turns it off,
Runs his hand along my side
And plants a kiss on my cheek,
Then says again,
“Happy Monday.”

And I’ll tell you—yes it is, indeed.

Trust Me

Posted on July 9, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

“Do you trust me?” he asks.
Of course I do
It's him
But then he's always had a way of testing me
Teasing me
Making sure I understand
Just how deep his love goes
How deep he can go.
“Yes,” I say,
Feeling the flutter of my belly
As he tightens the leather round my wrists.
He's had me here for so long
Yet not long enough.
When he tugs those straps tighter,
I can feel his cock thickening
Against my hip,
And the sweet rush of his breath
Along my neck.

“Are you sure, gorgeous?”
These words are half whisper,
Half growl
Because he’s dragging his nails along my sides
Down to my ass
Grasping it, hard
Before spinning me around.
I am useless, hands locked
Body folded over our bed,
While his teeth nip at my back.
He curves his hand over one cheek,
Tentative, waiting, then lifts it
In a promise to strike.
So I say,
“Yes, yes, I do,”
And he brings it down
Hard and sharp,
Making me jump
With an easy whimper
Which, of course,
Makes him do it again.

For the next several minutes
I fist the blanket and moan to
The glorious raps of his palm
Over my ass,
And when I grow very still,
He stops to slip his hand between my thighs,
Whispering, “Angel, oh angel…”
Before working his fingers inside.
I’m gasping into the comforter
Long before he spreads apart my thighs
To bury his cock
All the way inside, because,
As usual
He’s made it impossible to see straight.
But do I trust him?
Good god, yes.
Forever and always
Trust him to fuck me like I need to be fucked
Long and hard
Right there on our bed—
Which is exactly what he does.

Once I come
I’m blissed out
Weak,
Still panting a bit,
But he shows me then
Just how much I can trust him
To love me like I need to be loved
Because
He gathers me up into his arms
Flips me over
Stretches me out
And pushes my bound hands up over my head
As stares into my eyes,
Then he trails his fingers
Down my belly
And into the quivering slick of my cunt
Before smiling and whispering,
“Again?”

Because of the Way He Held Me

Posted on July 3, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

Two silhouettes in a room
Filled with smoke, voices loud
He came to me, cornered me
Whispered, “Won’t you come with me?”
His arm twining round my waist, pulling me close
And I did, knowing for certain
It would be because of the way he held me.

Our dance began—magnificent, tremendous,
Two rushing rivers of lust,
Two colliding powers of desperate force.
When he stared into my eyes, I saw everything—
The world, the stars, the secrets to our souls.
It was all wrong
It was so right
But it was because of the way he held me.

Together, we moved
Hips joined, breaths one
A fire so deep the earth trembled, rolled, split open
A tsunami of sensation crashing over him, over me
Over us.
We were the tide, controlling rivers, lakes, and oceans,
We were the universe
All because of the way he held me.

In the dark of the night, we lingered close
His words more whispers, his fingers tracing swirls
Over the tender spread of my hips—
“Because you’re mine,” he’d say.
And I would cave, succumb
And feel
Making wrong a broken word I didn’t understand
Because this was right
And all because of the way he held me.

Now, the wash of memory sweeps across a distant shore
But his hands are still on me, his lips still near
The brand of a lifetime
So deep in these pores.
And I know it will be this way,
A long, long while
Because of the way he held me.

THIS BEAT BETWEEN US

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Jade A. Waters

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POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE

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GREEDY, GREEDY GIRL

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EARTH

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LONGING

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One of three brand new poems, out now in Coming Together: In Verse

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I IMAGINE

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BOUND

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MONDAY

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TRUST ME

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BECAUSE OF THE WAY HE HELD ME

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