enjoying

i can tell that she's enjoying this. it's the not so subtle signals that i pick up on: like her moans, and her hands combing through my hair, grabbing handfuls on occasion. how she backs her shoulders to the wall and her crotch into my face. and the remarks, "yes, yes, oh yes" are telling. also, the ease with which she allowed me to remove her pants, not so slowly but allowing my lips to follow along her thighs, and how my nails dig in and her undies slide, down, down, down to the floor, and she steps out of them, and i remove them, toss them across the hotel room (not unlike how returning celebrating soldiers used to rid themselves of their caps), and her guttural utterances tell me that she approves of my tongue celebrating her nakedness or partial nudity, as i've only bothered to unbutton her above her trousers and unclasp her well-planned front-clasped bra, wherein i celebrate its contents, with hands, tongue, teeth and observing (by touch) the (seemingly) traditional hardening of the nipples and vocalizations that result. and how they deepen as i spread her legs and taste more of her.
ahhh, music to my ears.
and when i take her hand and insert two of her fingers into her, and slide them in and out, in and out, in and out, and then remove them, replace them with mine and and slowly suck her fingers into my mouth and savor the taste of her on her and into me. this i know she is enjoying. her moans tell me this, too.
and when she slides down to the floor and meets me there for our next round of bodily entanglements and murmurs, "fuck me, fuck me now, please."
well, being the gentleman that i am, i do just that to her (and more), and she does that to me. and we do that to each other for a good long time, until we decide that there are other places in this room to continue this pleasure.
but, meanwhile, all is good here on the floor of room 1506, rug burns and all.
and she (and i) enjoy it all. all the not so subtle signals inform me.

mine/yours

"today", she murmured into my ear as she squeezed my cock and felt grow and grow some more,"this is mine".
"um..ok."
"and...i'll let you know when i'm done with it."
she did many things with it, she made it hard and harder and harder still. she lubricated it, lathered it, sucked it, fucked this way, that way and other ways. she gave it the proverbial global tour.
then she was done with it.
it (i) deserved and welcomed the attention.

want/need

she said she needed it now. we were fucking, or more accurately, we were on our way to fucking, we were almost fucking. we had done so many times. no strings attached, and it was all good, good kissing, groping, lusting, good fucking, good fun, good booze, good post-fucking collapse naps.
but when she said she needed it now, it wasn't enough. i wanted her to say she wanted me now, or needed me now, or had to have me now. not it.
and that when it started to slip away. it did then in bits and starts, and that was the initial bit, the initial start.
i wanted her to want me...not it.