The Exhaustion of Desire

My hot schoolgirl crush. 
The hunger in me for you. 
Incessant. Insatiable. 

My body alive with you. In my head 
you lean down, smooth the hair tenderly 
from my face as I loudly and voraciously suck you. 
My hand desperate and rapid inside me 
as you hold me in place, harshly navigate 
the dark ocean of my mouth. 

That wet pulling in my core. 
Oh, please, make me wait. 
Draw it out and be softly cruel. 
Avoid the places that 
scream for your hands, your tongue,   
your swollen luscious cock. 
Tell me that you own me 
and make me whimper and beg. 

You pinch hard at my nipples 
while my eyes roll back inside my head. 
Place yourself between my aching tits, 
sliding between them slickly, 
the sweet relief of your fingers 
plunging fast and loud in me. 

Taking the sweet head of your cock 
and spreading it slowly over and within 
my petal-soft folds, pulled wide for your viewing. 
The insides of my thighs glossed with wetness. 

Pushing up slowly into me, impaling my plump fertile body 
with your too-full, turgid length. 
In the end, fucking, fucking, fucking me with abandon. 
The slapping of your heaving balls 
a most delectable punishment. 

Pull yourself out at the end, make me feel 
the absence, my weeping cunt clenching at air. 
Deny me release. Break my heart 
while you pump yourself so gracefully, heartbreakingly, 
hotly over that spot (oh your beautiful face), the one right above my 
throbbing clit, so I can see your thick, lovely essence 
spewing its massive drops on me. 

Make me remember 
how bad a woman I am. 
Then leave me coldly 
so you can haunt me forever.