Morning Absolutions

The grey overcast sky leans heavily against the morning. You arrive early, before work, and you’re not quite sure why you’re at my front door.

You remember, the moment I open the door and lead you to the bedroom. Silence, to start, as you stand in front of the small windows, the silhouette of rain casting black beads against the wall. I slip off your coat and and slide one hand under your dress to catch on your panties, drawing them over hips to drop to your feet.

My fingers find your wrist and pull you to the bed. I lay back, guiding you to kneel over my waist. My eyes hold yours, unwavering. Fingers curl around the back of your thighs and I gather the dress up over your skin to your waist.

You know what I want. To taste. To make you shudder against me until I can claim you, one kiss at a time. You slide up my body, kneeling over my face, your eyes still on mine.

Lower. You feel the first touch of my tongue along your inner lips. I coax a gasp from you, the flat of my tongue starting just below your clit and down to the very edge of your ass.

Again. And again.

I tease.

Your thighs tense around my face, my hands find your cheeks, gripping your skin with warm palms. I guide you closer, my tongue now inside of you, tasting you, swallowing you whole as your hips rock forward, needing, incessant hunger pressing you down against me until you are fucking, rubbing. I can’t see you, but I feel your body swaying, your thighs clenching with each shudder and shift. You make love to my face until you come, hard, forced to throw one hand out against the wall for support.