A Warm Welcome

He stumbled through the front door, tie askew and jacket slung over his shoulder, evidence of a day spent wrestling with demons in the boardroom. The weight of the world seemed to press down on him, etched in the lines of his face and the slump of his shoulders.

She watched him from the shadows, her body thrumming with anticipation. She had been waiting for him, dreaming of this moment all day. She knew the perfect way to ease his burden, to help him shed the shackles of his stress and immerse himself in something more primal, more carnal.

She moved towards him, her hips swaying hypnotically, drawing his gaze like a moth to a flame. He didn’t notice her at first, lost in his own thoughts, but as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, he was jolted back to reality.

Their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, tongues battling for dominance as they devoured each other. He groaned, his hands roaming over her body, desperate to feel her soft, warm skin beneath his fingertips. She responded in kind, her nails digging into the flesh of his back as she ground her hips against his.

She could feel his length stirring, growing harder with every passing second, and she reveled in the power she held over him. He was usually the one in control, but in this moment he was putty in her hands.

With a wicked smile, she broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his neck, her teeth nipping at the tendons and veins that throbbed beneath the surface. He shuddered, his breath hitching as she made her way lower, her tongue swirling around his nipples, teasing them to hard peaks.

She dropped to her knees, her hands working to undo his trousers, freeing his cock from its confines. His cock, already rock hard and slick with pre-cum, stands at attention, begging for her touch. She doesn’t hesitate, taking him in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the head, savoring his taste and the velvety texture of his skin.

He tangles his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer and guiding her movements as she bobs up and down, taking him deeper with each thrust. She moans softly, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine and making his balls tighten with anticipation.

He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he holds back, wanting to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible. She senses his restraint and redoubles her efforts, taking him deeper and faster, her lips and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild with desire.

Just when he thinks he can’t take it any longer, he pulls out, his cock glistening with saliva and pre-cum. She looks up at him, her eyes wide and full of lust, as he spurts hot jets of cum all over her face and chest. She moans, the sound muffled by the thick ropes of his release covering her skin.

He reaches down, grabbing her throat firmly, claiming her as his own. She trembles at his touch, her skin flushed and hot to the touch. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and reveling in the primal, animalistic connection between them.

Together, they exist in a world of pleasure and desire, lost in the throes of their own lust and need. There is no right or wrong, no judgment or shame. Only the raw, unbridled passion that flows between them, a testament to their primal lust.

In that moment, they are one – two bodies, two souls, connected in the most intimate way possible. And as they lay together, panting and spent, they know that they have found something rare and passionate.

© Seductive Poetry