Late Night
It's late, it's hot, and I'm alone. Flipping through the channels on the tv. Wearing a tank top and sweatpants, because I'm not expecting anyone. Feeling sleep creeping up on me.
Knock, knock, knock comes from my front door. I jump in my seat then freeze. Slowly, quietly, and cautiously I slip to the door and listen. My heart pounding as my head wonders who it could be.
The knocks come again and I'm torn between pretending I'm not here and satisfying my curiosity. Finally I give in to my head and slowly open the door a crack, peering out. My heart kicks into over time with realization and I pull open the door the rest of the way.
There you stand, handsome, quiet, demanding. My breathing picks up as my pulse speeds up, while I search my head to why you are here. Your eyes holding mine reminding me that you own me.
The silence is deafening as you pull your eyes from mine and looks me up and down. Realizing I'm not in approved attire to see you, I tug at my tank in self-consciously. Your gaze locks with mine and you start to move forward.
Reflexively I step backwards nervous of what's about to happen. Herding me back into my place you quietly close the door and step forward once again. I back up some more until my back is against the wall and a half smile graces youglorious lips.
Placing a hand on either side of my head starting deep into my eyes. Without warming you lip crush against mine and my head is spinning. My body awakens and my instincts take over as my hand that have been on your chest start sliding up to loop around your neck.
Suddenly my hands are trapped and above my head as your eyes peirce my soul. Your lips capture mine again while your body presses against me. As I struggle to breath, you move to my neck, my cheek, my ear.
My knees weaken as whisper low and husky, "Don't move." Your hands move down my arms and over my body as your lips fallow there own path. Before I can realize what is happening, my tank top is pulled up and wrapped around my hands as my sweatpants are pooled on the floor.
Your lips, teeth, and hands are everywhere and my mind is unable to keep up. My body is quivering, my knees are shaking, and my breath is ragged. Suddenly I'm spunned around with my face and palms passed against the wall.
Your teeth tug at my ear and a shiver runs through my body. Dangerously you whisper low in my ear and explain why you are here. Finally answering the questions running through my head.
"You've been a good and naughty girl, little one. I can't get you out of my head, which is good, but because of it, I can't sleep. So, I will take my fill of you, satisfy my craving, and hopefully make it so my body and mind can rest."
As I'm hanging on every word you speak, I'm unaware that you have been removing your own clothes until I feel your naked body pressed against the back of mine. Your lips and hands are exploring my body as your harden staff slide up and down my crack. My head is spinning and my body is aching, crying out for yours.
Distracting me, you whisper, "Now be a good girl little one, and don't move." As the last word passes your lips, you invade my acing, wet, and ready canal as I cry out with intense pleasure. Taking me hard and fast as your hands touch every part of my body and your lips capture mine.
Over and over I climax, but you just keep pounding into me. My nails clawing against the wall, my knees threaten to buckle, but still you don't let up. I don't know where one ends and the next begins.
Moments pass as the assault on my now throbbing pussy continues. Until you command, "Don't!" I know that I'm no longer permitted to climax, because you are close.
Harder and faster you come at me pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Then I hear the word that I've been needing , "Now!" Together we cry out and both our bodies tumble over the edge.
Keeping me pressed against the wall, you let our bodies start to calm, then I'm up in your arms as you head up my stairs. Laying me in my bed, you disappear and come back with a warm wet cloth that you use to clean me up with. I lay there as your hold my gaze while you dress and then sit on the edge of my bed.
Your fingers trace the line of my jaw as you smile down at me and say, "Well done little one." You lean in, kiss me gently and leave, locking my front door behind you. My eyes fall close, as a smile plays on my lips, and I drift off to sleep.
Knock, knock, knock comes from my front door. I jump in my seat then freeze. Slowly, quietly, and cautiously I slip to the door and listen. My heart pounding as my head wonders who it could be.
The knocks come again and I'm torn between pretending I'm not here and satisfying my curiosity. Finally I give in to my head and slowly open the door a crack, peering out. My heart kicks into over time with realization and I pull open the door the rest of the way.
There you stand, handsome, quiet, demanding. My breathing picks up as my pulse speeds up, while I search my head to why you are here. Your eyes holding mine reminding me that you own me.
The silence is deafening as you pull your eyes from mine and looks me up and down. Realizing I'm not in approved attire to see you, I tug at my tank in self-consciously. Your gaze locks with mine and you start to move forward.
Reflexively I step backwards nervous of what's about to happen. Herding me back into my place you quietly close the door and step forward once again. I back up some more until my back is against the wall and a half smile graces youglorious lips.
Placing a hand on either side of my head starting deep into my eyes. Without warming you lip crush against mine and my head is spinning. My body awakens and my instincts take over as my hand that have been on your chest start sliding up to loop around your neck.
Suddenly my hands are trapped and above my head as your eyes peirce my soul. Your lips capture mine again while your body presses against me. As I struggle to breath, you move to my neck, my cheek, my ear.
My knees weaken as whisper low and husky, "Don't move." Your hands move down my arms and over my body as your lips fallow there own path. Before I can realize what is happening, my tank top is pulled up and wrapped around my hands as my sweatpants are pooled on the floor.
Your lips, teeth, and hands are everywhere and my mind is unable to keep up. My body is quivering, my knees are shaking, and my breath is ragged. Suddenly I'm spunned around with my face and palms passed against the wall.
Your teeth tug at my ear and a shiver runs through my body. Dangerously you whisper low in my ear and explain why you are here. Finally answering the questions running through my head.
"You've been a good and naughty girl, little one. I can't get you out of my head, which is good, but because of it, I can't sleep. So, I will take my fill of you, satisfy my craving, and hopefully make it so my body and mind can rest."
As I'm hanging on every word you speak, I'm unaware that you have been removing your own clothes until I feel your naked body pressed against the back of mine. Your lips and hands are exploring my body as your harden staff slide up and down my crack. My head is spinning and my body is aching, crying out for yours.
Distracting me, you whisper, "Now be a good girl little one, and don't move." As the last word passes your lips, you invade my acing, wet, and ready canal as I cry out with intense pleasure. Taking me hard and fast as your hands touch every part of my body and your lips capture mine.
Over and over I climax, but you just keep pounding into me. My nails clawing against the wall, my knees threaten to buckle, but still you don't let up. I don't know where one ends and the next begins.
Moments pass as the assault on my now throbbing pussy continues. Until you command, "Don't!" I know that I'm no longer permitted to climax, because you are close.
Harder and faster you come at me pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Then I hear the word that I've been needing , "Now!" Together we cry out and both our bodies tumble over the edge.
Keeping me pressed against the wall, you let our bodies start to calm, then I'm up in your arms as you head up my stairs. Laying me in my bed, you disappear and come back with a warm wet cloth that you use to clean me up with. I lay there as your hold my gaze while you dress and then sit on the edge of my bed.
Your fingers trace the line of my jaw as you smile down at me and say, "Well done little one." You lean in, kiss me gently and leave, locking my front door behind you. My eyes fall close, as a smile plays on my lips, and I drift off to sleep.