She forgot how to talk once
she begged an hour into our session;
Lips scarlet red from makeup, and bloody from biting kisses.
Both arms bound by silk ties, and locked soundly above her head.
Scratchy pink lace ruined by sweat and friction bunched below her breasts.
I stare into her eyes, between kisses, buried in her lust. Working like a machine
"You didn't say please" I tease, emphasizing her failure for politeness
With both voice, and thrust.
She tries to say please, but a pull of the hair, and a bite on the ear;
Brings fireworks to her eyes, staring miles beyond the ceiling, and wordless song to mouth.
Relentlessly I drive her mind to white explosion and lips to thoughtless cursing
Sweat cascading from her brow legs quivering she finally pleads
"please, please, please, please, please, oh god please."
Her mind swirls as rhythmic jostling meets dizzy fervor from firm hands
Biting her own lips and arching her shoulders in sexual frenzy
She commands, "Don't stop" and tugs her arms at the silken bonds
Futilely trying to hold me so tightly we merge.
Her world goes silent, passing out from the pleasure,
Emerging from blackout as though surging through cold water
Deep breaths, and confusion, as she focuses again on my shoulders.
"I heard angels singing" she cried.
Her mind split, and thoughts hazy, I hold her hips and dine
A greedy beast i become, finding food for the first time in months,
She is my source of life, and I drink deeply.
Seconds drag on into minutes, as pleasure borders torture
She fights at the bonds, and turns hips, only to find me
Forcing her to do my bidding, shoulders against legs, mouth on her soul.
She begged me to take her to this place.
Now that she was here, she clearly had no idea how to handle it
But there was no stopping now, she saw the door, I needed to guide her through it.
Words became grunts, dove-like coo's became throaty howls.
I found myself face to face with her, kissing her neck and freeing her hands from the bondage.
She wrapped me like a present, holding tightly, So tightly I couldn't pleasure her further.
She tried to talk, and only broken syllables came out.
Fear crossed her face, and she tried again.
The language of the angels, but unintelligible to me.
So I held her, as she wept, scared and satisfied.
"it'll be ok, lover, everyone handles the edge differently" I reminded her
Petting her hair and kissing her deeply, seems like you've forgotten how to talk.
She finally found her voice an hour of cuddling later.
The only words she said were:
"oh god, I love you"