A Love Affair, From A to Z: “F” – Fucking

Posted on April 7, 2017July 16, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

Fucking
Is nearly their forte—second only to how well they talk—
But it was awkward at first; two friends who knew every secret, every tragedy
Being careful with one another for all the stories they'd heard along the way.
They bumbled until they had it right
And quickly it became a magic, glowing, exciting thing, with
Rounds that made them laugh.
They knock over chairs,
Break furniture,
Ruin clothes, and
Roll about with moans of pleasure
And peals of laughter so loud
She wonders if the neighbors will hear.
"Come on. Do you care?" he asks
"No, no I don't." She covers him in kisses,
Loving the way he holds onto her hips so tight,
Guiding her above him and smiling
Because he knows she's close, so close.
But he is, too. "Race you," he says,
She giggles before their breaths grow heavy and their lips meet,
Sweaty bodies clinging while
They lose themselves in the sweetest pleasure all over again.

A Love Affair, From A to Z: “E” – Eternity

Posted on April 6, 2017July 16, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

Eternity
Is what they will have together;
She believes this in her heart
Feels it every time he takes her hand
"I like this, this time with you."
She answers him with a huge grin that only he can bring forth from her
"That's good. Because I love this time with you."
They can spend the longest hours driving round and around,
Staring at buildings, sights, pointing at stars
Talking about nothing
In a way that somehow still means everything.
The pad of his thumb slips back and forth on the edge of hers
And he catches her in that stare of his,
The sparkle in his eye winning her over as easily as his smile
When he winks and asks,
"What are you thinking?"
"That I am so happy here with you. It's unreal," she says back.
He squeezes her hand, steering them to wherever they will go,
Anywhere and everywhere she will go with him,
Before he says,
"Me too."

A Love Affair, From A to Z: “D” – Days

Posted on April 5, 2017July 16, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

Days pass by
And there is nothing but joy, pure joy
The two of them twining together
Like destiny has led them here, a silent spark
Anticipating the moment they'll catch on, too.
His fingers stroke through her hair,
His lips taste her skin
"I love you, I love this, how is it so perfect?" he asks.
She knows, because she always has—
So she curls him closer
As she takes him in, licks at his ear to make him laugh,
Says, "Because we were meant to be,"
And he stares at her when he plunges inside
Nodding with her
Knowing her, agreeing again and again.
They begin to move like
Their bodies have been ready
For the shifts between them, the unstoppable glow
Filling their cheeks
Forever.

A Love Affair, From A to Z: “C” – Cascading

Posted on April 4, 2017July 16, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

Cascading
She calls it—
Like the waterfall of love they've tried to hold back
With the world's strongest dam is now
Tumbling, rippling, rolling,
A surge of lust and waves
Capturing them, sweeping them away
Beneath the fiercest moonlight she's ever seen.
It’s brighter than every moonlight that's ever shined above them
Waiting for this moment
Like they have all these years.
It’s so different from what they'd expected—
"Our first time wasn't supposed to be like this," he says,
And she smiles at the love, at the dreams he's had as crystal clear as she has
When they slip closer together,
Leather scraping her knees in the back seat of his car
While they kiss so deep
Bodies pressed
Finding each other, again
Finally
Tonight.

A Love Affair, From A to Z: “A” – Always

Posted on April 1, 2017April 13, 2018 by Jade A. Waters

“Always,”
He tells her,
“Always I will be here, love you, hold you close”
The words are a melody in her ear
The antidote to all she's known,
The graze of his fingers over her lips
The sweetest touch
She's been waiting for.
“Always,” she whispers back,
Her heart perched on the edge,
Waiting for him to grasp it
To clutch it close,
To honor it as deeply
As the two of them fall
Into the spell that's lingered between them
All these hours over drinks,
All these nights they've been pretending
All these years they've been waiting,
Waiting for this.

Across the Distance

Posted on May 15, 2016May 15, 2016 by Jade A. Waters

Her cunt opens—
Folds slick and full
Spread apart by fingers
Grazing up, along, in
Her wet, pink slit
As she moans.

She is trembling, breasts heaving
While she stirs her finger
Round her tender, swollen clit,
Calls for him, bites her lip
Her eyelids drooping, fluttering,
Closed.

He is watching her,
As naked as she is but
Oceans away, one hand
Circling his shaft, squeezing, stroking
Until he, too, shudders,
And calls out her name.

They are two bodies close
Across the distance, toes curling
At the view on their screens,
Whimpers, moans shared between them,
For even worlds apart, like this
It’s together, they come.

Famous

Posted on May 4, 2016July 20, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

“I want to be famous,” she says.
Her fingers play over the top bottom of her blouse
Then the next
Opening fabric up to the world,
Her tits springing to life with
Shiny skin, and tight pink nipples
Ready for their moment.
“Do you think that's possible?”
She mutters it from the corner of her mouth
Before she tips forward,
Lips full and eyes so bright
Long, manicured fingers grabbing at his pants
And a coo slipping from her throat when she releases his cock.

She takes it into her hand,
Finds him grinning, asking
“How famous?”
He eyes the look on her face, her mouth
The way she eagerly drops down to her knees
Replacing hand with mouth and swallowing his hard shaft
To suck him as deep as she can.
He may think she's done this many a time before but
She’s thinking of that night so long ago,
All five of them around her, filling her up,
Fingers, tongues and cocks sampling, touching
Every inch of her flesh, outside and in,
Someone muttering, Oh, you're gonna be famous babe. Famous for this.

She groans now as she did then,
Groans for what she seeks—a little bit of him
But more what he can do for her.
She isn't even fazed when he drags her up by her arms,
Spins her around, pushes her flat on the desk
And pries down her pants
To find her ass round like her tits,
Her cunt wet like her mouth.
His fingers search inside for her star qualities
While she wriggles her ass and whispers, "Really, really famous."
When his cock sinks in, his grunts fills her head
And his thrusts align with the echo of her mind—
You're gonna be famous babe. Famous, famous, famous.

*

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.

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