Lost To You
You're looking at me, with that knowing little smirk on your lips. Once again, you've managed to catch me at a disadvantage, awakened me from my daydream to find myself defenseless and totally at your mercy.
Soft, supple leather slides gently from your milky skin, and you revel in your nakedness. All I can do is watch. I could never not look at you. I know that what I'm doing, what we're doing, is wrong, but gods help me if I can help myself. And you love it, eat it up as if were the chocolate treats you hide away, nibbling on them delicately when you think I'm not looking. But you always know when I'm watching you, don't you?
You turn, just a fraction this way, then back again, before tracing a slender finger down your chest. You're watching me in the mirror, and I have no doubt that my pupils have contracted, I know I'm blushing, and you... You keep on torturing me, creamy hands pinching at dusky nipples, before trailing across your stomach, to your thighs, inching closer to where I want to see you put your hands...
Then you whisper my name, your eyes fluttering shut as the moan escapes your lips. "Yazoo..." I can't help but choke, like I always do when you say my name in exactly that way. Then your pale hand wraps around your hardness, and I'm there, like always, so that you can lean your head on my shoulder. You opened your eyes, just a fraction, and smile at me, a true smile, one I'm sure only I've seen. And I'm lost to you again.