Showing Him How

Her new flame, a spark she’d ridden thrice,
Caught her off guard with a whispered plea,
“Show me how you touch yourself,” his vice,
Shy, she froze—shock stung, yet heat ran free.
A blush crept up, her pulse betrayed,
Turned on by his bold, hungry stare,
This man she’d fucked now sought her aid,
A thrill bloomed soft in the charged air.

Tentative, she slid her hand below,
Fingers grazed her mound, then dipped inside,
Circling slow where her wetness grows,
His eyes devoured—she shed her pride.
Seeing his lust, her rhythm leapt,
Wanking wild, legs splayed apart,
Abandon seized her, no shame kept,
She came hard, a quake from her core’s heart.

Panting still, she took his hand in hers,
Guided him to her slick, tender slit,
“Like this,” she breathed, as he gently stirs,
Fingers probed deep, then teased her clit.
He curled inside, a steady press,
Mimicked her pace, her moans his cue,
She bucked and clenched in sweet distress,
Came again, her juices soaking through.

Solo now, he knelt at her command,
“Harder there,” she urged, voice raw and low,
His hands alone wove pleasure’s strand,
Two fingers thrust, one rubbed her glow.
She writhed, directing every stroke,
His knuckles slick with her desire,
A fiercer peak within her woke,
She came harder, screaming fire.

Then down he went, his mouth a gift,
Tongue traced her folds, a wild new art,
Lapping deep, he found her rift,
Pleasured her beyond all past apart.
Swirling, sucking, relentless drive,
She thought, I’m glad I bared my soul,
A massive quake tore her alive,
Orgasm roared, she lost control.