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.

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He’s Got Her

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

He's got her
Spread out
Naked
Her limbs stretched across this bed
Wrist to headboard
Foot to base
But this has nothing to do with
That.
It's the way he looks at her
The way he sees inside her soul,
The way his fingers dig
So deep inside her cunt,
Finding her secrets
Her truths
And all her dreams,
With the flick of his wrist and a glint in his eyes.
She thinks for a moment
It's not right that he can do this,
Not right that he can take her
From cynical to believer in seconds
But he does,
Every time he holds her
Kisses her
Loves her.
This is what she realizes
As he circles her clit with his tongue
And drives those fingers inside;
He's got her,
Caught her,
Ensnared her heart and soul in his net
For a lifetime to come
Because it’s supposed to be,
Was meant to be.
It is.
So when he thrusts into her,
Grunting, bearing, deep and loving,
She knows—
This love he takes from her
This love she freely shares,
It was never hers to give in the first place
Because she’s always
Belonged to him.

*

The Wait

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

He cups the side of my face
Thumb rubbing gently, mindlessly
Across the surface of ruddy skin
That waits for more—waits for him.
“Spread your legs,” he says, and I do,
The rush of air kissing my thighs
Grazing the naked heat of my cunt.
“Just like that,” he says,
His fingertips traveling down
Faintly tracing the slope of my neck
The curve of my breast,
And teasing my nipple
In quick, playful tugs.

“Touch me, please.”
My words are a growl
Coming out so deep, so hungrily
I’m sure they emanate from where I ache
Where I need him more than anything,
But still he makes me wait.
I am open
While he strips off his shirt
Unzips the fly on those trousers
And eases himself out.
He is beautiful, hard,
And he circles his length
In sync with the strokes of a finger
That he winds round my nipple
Before he stands in front of me.

“How badly do you need me?” he asks,
And my answer is an eager lean, an easy moan,
The wrap of my lips
Around the head of his cock,
My eyes on him as I suck him deep
Clutching his hips, drawing him further.
A gasp stumbles from his mouth
When he tilts back his head.
“Yes, just like that,” he moans,
“You must really need me.”
He cups both sides of my face now
His palms electric on my cheeks
His fingers twining in my hair
Before he jerks me back, abruptly
Stealing his gorgeous cock from me.

There is a moment between us
No movement
No sound
Eyes locked as we acknowledge
This wait he puts me through.
Then he pounces—
Pushing me back,
Spreading my thighs ever wider
Before thrusting inside,
Filling me, hard and deep
And bringing cries to my lips
Shudders to my body,
As he makes me wait no longer.

*

The Match

Posted on July 2, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

“There's something about the sweat of a woman,” he says.
I'm not sure what to think.
I mean, I'm standing here
Naked
The steam so suffocating I'm remembering
How hard it can be to breathe through my once-broken nose.
Beads of sweat—
No,
Rivulets of sweat
Curl down my sides,
Curving under my breasts
Racing down the hard lines of my abs
Slowing when they hit the subtle rise of trimmed curls
He exposed
When he yanked my boy shorts down to my ankles just a minute ago.

“You think I'm kidding?”
“I don't—”
I bite my lip.
That’s just it.
I don't.
Then again, it's hard to think with him breathing in my ear
No,
Panting.
His exhalations are still a little wild from
Our match not ten minutes before,
And when he licks the smooth line of my neck
I arch back in protest.
I always fight—
But just a little.

Danny grabs onto my hips.
The move is so sudden I jerk,
My breasts smashing against the punching bag.
(See, he didn't leave me much leeway when he cuffed me
To the chains that hold this thing in place—
And I'd tell you I mind,
But I don't.)
He digs his fingers into jutting bones,
Rubs his cock against my firm ass
Catches the lobe of my ear between his teeth
And groans when I squirm
Like I wanna fight.
Danny responds by slipping his fingers down,
Pinching my clit,
Sliding that cock right where he needs to be—
Where I need him to be—
And then he gasps again,
As if he’s surprised to find me so wet.

Every time we spar
I get like this.
I’ve been training far longer than him
So he doesn’t mind me pinning him on the mat
Straddling him with my aching thighs
Grinding my pussy against him
And shoving my elbow into his chest
When I whisper,
“I win. Again.”
He leisurely smiles.
I think that’s because the moment it’s over—
My victory, done—
I surrender.
I’ll let Danny take my wrists
Tie them somewhere
Anywhere, really
Like now, cuffed up to this heavy bag
That smells like my sweat and plastic.

“Well?” he asks.
“Well, what?”
The head of his cock is just inside the rim of my cunt
And he’s teasing me
Taunting me
Spurring me on even more
Than the fans chanting outside the ring during my matches.
Danny knows how much this gets me
So he thrusts slowly
Making me moan.
Fuck me.
He feels so good
That when he sinks deeper
I don’t even care that my mouth
Is on the bag
That my cries
Are falling from my lips louder than the bell
That signals my wins.

“Like that?” he says.
That is all guttural moan and a puff of air,
And to remind me how much I want it
He pumps again. Then once more.
“Fuck, yes, Danny.”
“Yeah? You surrender?”
“Yes!”
He drives in so deep
All I can think
Is that I’m sweaty
That he’s sweaty
That holy fuck
He feels so good.
He wraps his arms around the bag and me both
Closing me between two things I love
Biting at the side of my chin
As he fucks me
Hard
Fast
And sweaty like we like it.

It doesn’t take long
Of course—
Me cuffed up to that bag
Danny all the way inside me
The smell of sweat and lust
And so many fights
On the training mat
Surrounding us as we go
For this one more match
Before our shower.

But this time
We both win.

*

Owned

Posted on July 2, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

I tell you I own you
Then watch
The corners of your lips
Turn up in an eager smile.
You tremble slightly,
Breasts heaving
Belly fluttering,
And between your thighs is the sweetest sight,
Slick, silky moisture
Pooling
Waiting
Ensconcing my fingers as I slide them inside you.
Now you shudder,
Whimper,
Whisper cries of
More
Yes
Please.
You quiver around me as I follow the curves of your body
Inside
Until you moan for me.
Then and only then
Do I come to you,
Press every craving inch of me
To the heat
Pooling
Waiting
Embracing my cock as I push inside you.
I watch you shudder again.
You grip me
Tight
And now your cries
Are mine—
More
Yes
Please.
Teeth bared against the perfect flesh
Of your breast
Until I tremble
And fill you.
Because in truth,
My love
It is you who owns me.

*

Open, a Poem in Audio

Posted on July 1, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

Her Bliss

Posted on July 1, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

A hand
Curves around her breast
Caressing soft skin,
Making her writhe beneath him
As he makes his way down
Down
Down,
Kisses all the way along her belly
Until he reaches her swollen clit,
Catches it between his lips
And tugs.

She opens for him
Legs widening in the sheets
Hands coiling in his hair
Whimpers filling the room
As he buries his tongue
Between her folds.
She is dancing against his face
Lifting her hips
For the passion that
He bestows on her,
His tongue lapping, licking, loving
As his fingers trace the silky ring of her pussy
And slip inside.

She heaves a new gasp,
Her body trembling in sweat
Her breasts rising and falling
Her breath whishing past her lips.
She is moaning
As he tends to her,
His mouth and fingers
Working in unison, working faster
Sending the ribbon of heat
Through her every limb, every pore
Until finally
She throws her hands over her face,
Moans the loudest, sweetest cry
And gives him everything he wanted—
Her bliss.

*

You and Only You

Posted on July 1, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

He holds her
Close
His chest against hers
His lips hovering near
The air between them is
Hot
Thick with desire
With the need burning
Deep inside her
Inside him.
His fingertips loop around her elbows
And he draws her nearer
Into him
“I’ve only wanted you,”
He says,
“You and only you.”
His eyes flicker with lust
His hips arch with yearning.
She meets him
As his hands slip around her waist
Pressing the naked flesh of her low back
Until his cock nestles against wanting flesh,
Glistening folds.
He leans down
His mouth so close
His breath is like candy on her lips
But he holds perfectly still like this,
Both of them shivering with the tension
Dancing between them,
Within them.
And she says,
“Then what are you waiting for?”

*

In the Dark

Posted on July 1, 2015July 24, 2017 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.

*

Morning Desire

Posted on July 1, 2015July 8, 2015 by Jade A. Waters

Desire felt like morning,
Sun caressing the world
Spreading tender waves that
Envelop me, encircle you.
Your hands trace down my back—
Neck to ass, hip to hip
You tug me closer
Ever closer,
Breathe a husky whisper
With lips soft, damp
And hungry,
Like me.

“Good morning.”
The words float between us,
Your body presses to mine
Your cock solid, seeking.
Your hand slips between warm thighs—
Testing and teasing,
Stroking with a sigh.
When I arch for you,
You sink inside
Teeth bared, sharp
On my shoulder;
In need.

Whimpers spill from my lips
Your thrusts remind me
Wake me
Loving and deep.
We shudder and moan—
Trembling, crying out
Surrendering to this morning desire.
The sunlight peeks
Through the blinds
Caressing skin, warming us.
We catch our breaths
Now one.

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