Creamo

When you’re not here
I reach out for you in the still of the morning
pull the memory of you into me
fold my top leg over you
and my bottom arm through the little bridge your neck makes with the pillow
squish one warm, jelly tit in my hand
press my face into your candy floss blonde
and breathe you deep into my belly.

In the dark of this hour
when eyelids are still gluey
imaginary you murmurs acknowledgement of consciousness
a hmmm of consent
and I know from your tone that your face is smiling.
A yawn and stretch flexes thru your body
pushing your peachy ass back hard into my spoon
your vulva pressing down onto my thigh.
I release your breast and tickle my fingers along your top line
warm skin on warm skin dragging slightly
until my hand reaches your ass
and I stretch flex back at you as I take a handful of cheek and squeeeze…

I tighten,
and I know you do
by the wet where your body meets my thigh.
The cheek-hungry hand moves slowly south
exploring the valley between your ass cheeks
and sure enough, finds that warm, sticky wet centre of you
where I sliiide…

You inhale sharply
as I run a finger up each side of your labia
then press them together,
Scout’s honour,
catching your clit off guard.
Take it from the top again
and again
punishingly slow
until your murmur becomes a moan
and then
– pause –
– you stop breathing –
push two fingers into your wet pussy
and you uuugh…

I wriggle down undercover
the better to reach deeper into you
my face pressing into the sweat on your back
your face pressing into the pillow to catch your moans
as I fuck you slowly
slowly
that wet squelching plash each time my knuckles hit your body
then faster
harder
you twitch and tighten against me and I know you’re close
closer
your hand crushes my other hand to tell me it’s nearly here
it’s
(harder)
it’s
(faster)
ah it’s
(keep going)
‘Fuck,
fuck I’m coming….’

We lay, panting, my fingers still inside you
your aftershocks clenching my peace sign together.
You twist backwards
those I Dream of Jeannie eyelids heavy with pleasure:
‘Good morning baby.’