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Pomp and Circumstance

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POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE
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…

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Couple in bed, man pinning her down, hair covering faces

Monday

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MONDAY
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.

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Couple kissing in the dark

In the Dark

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IN THE DARK
by
Jade A. Waters

In the early morning hours he wakes me
Hand
On my ass
Grasping my hip.
“Hi,” he whispers,
And I can feel his thick cock
Nestling between my cheeks.

Instantly
I’m wet—
That’s what he does to me.
My chest bursts with heat.
I’m still groggy
As it can’t be more than 2 a.m.
And it’s so dark outside
But he rolls me onto my stomach.

Oh, I love it like this
Love the way he weighs me down
His body stretched over mine
Cock to ass
Belly to back
Mouth to my neck
As he wedges himself into the apex of my thighs

“I’m going to fuck you
Hard.”
His words come as a grumble
And he doesn’t even have to work
To slip inside me.
I’m biting at the pillow
As he thrusts deep, waking me fully,
Centering me.

His hands are like birds
Floating everywhere—
Under me to stroke my clit
And cup my breasts,
Then up into my hair, which he twines around his palm.
The power he uses to drive into me
Has the bed shaking and pounding against the wall.

Outside there is the sound of sprinklers,
The lone partyer returning home
And the quiet of night.
But here
In our bed
He’s fucking me so fast, so deep
We’re both groaning loud
With reckless passion.

Cries of pleasure rise
As he thrusts all the way inside.
“You like that?” he murmurs.
I don’t even have to answer—
I’m coming around him,
My cunt spasming just as
He topples over me.

We are gasping now,
Together,
Heads mashed side-by-side in the pillow
I breathe into.
And like this,
Pressed close,
We fall back to sleep
In the dark.

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