then comes a stranger

The door slammed shut. Her eyes flew open as she lay still on the bed. Heavy foot steps slowly made their way up the stairs. The loud thumping of her heart pounded frantically against her breast. Frozen in fear, she waited quietly, hoping that the intruder would go away. But she knew he wouldn’t. He never did. He came at random times with no discernible pattern. Some weeks he came to her every night while other times he would go an entire month without so much as a tap on her door. He never told her his name. He never asked for hers.

The foot steps paused at the top of the stairs. He always paused at the top of the stairs. It always made her more anxious. She threw back the covers and backed up towards the window. Her eyes were fixated on the door knob as it slowly turned. He stood before her, a dark shadow looming in the night, unmoving. Though she could not see his eyes, she could feel the blatant stare of them on her. The clock ticked the long, slow seconds while he razed her body with his eyes. She lifted her hand against the base of her neck. He entered her room and closed the door behind him, the soft click of the lock jarring the silence in the room.

His long legs crossed the space between them with just a few short steps. She could feel his breath on her forehead. Her nipples hardened and strained against the thin fabric of her tank top. He gently eased her arm down, his thumb caressing the side of her breast. Carefully, he knelt down before her, his strong arms encircling her body as he pressed his face against her most private of parts and inhaled deeply. She could not help the shudder that passed through her. His warm breath seeped deep within her when he exhaled against her. Leaden arms hung limply by her sides. The weight of her long dark hair pulled on her head, causing it to fall back. His hands cupped her backside and moved in small circles. Fingers edged up close to the waist of her sleeping pants. A soft tug and the waistband slipped over the curves of her hips and ass, revealing the pale ivory of her panties. Through the sheer fabric over her moist slit, he kissed her with his lips and tongue, tasting her wetness. Her knees buckled under the pressure of his mouth. She clung to his shoulders in an effort to keep herself standing.

With a swiftness that elicited a little moan from her lips, he bent her knees with his arms and carefully laid her down upon the bed. She squeezed her eyes shut and fought the urge to bury herself underneath the false security of the blankets. A sound like someone gasping for breath filled her ears. It was her own panting and desire that flooded her aural senses.

When she finally found the courage and strength to open her eyes, he stood before in all his naked glory. The core of his desire for her rose hard and proud before her eyes. His hand stroked and pumped on his hard cock, his breathing heavy and full of passion. All coherent thought fled even the smallest caverns of her mind.

He lowered himself onto her taut body and slipped her panties into a creamy puddle on the floor. His hands slid up and slowly ripped her top from top to bottom, leaving her naked and writhing beneath his hard hot body. Every inch of her body was soon covered in warm, wet kisses leaving her body aflame. He spread her thighs and slipped his tongue in between the swollen wet folds of her pussy. Her fingers pulled on his hair. His head snapped up and he pulled her up roughly against him, pressing his lips hard against her mouth taking her tongue into his mouth. She resisted his hold, but was no match for his strength. He squeezed her soft breast, twisting her nipple fiercely. She cried against his mouth and felt the flood of moisture fill her pussy. He slammed her down against the bed and sucked hard on her breasts, his fingers spreading her pussy lips apart.

She bucked against his fingers. He withdrew them and slipped them into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his fingers, tasting herself. He flipped her onto her stomach and kissed her neck, shoulders, and back. His hands gripped her hips as he lifted her ass, licking her pussy from behind. Her nails gripped the bed sheets and then she felt him enter her swiftly and deeply. She arched her back and could not contain the low moan the slipped past her lips.

Deep and long, he filled her, fucking her slowly. His hands crept up her back to pull her hair back and she moaned again. Her fingers moved between her legs to touch her clitoris but he was too quick for her. He let go of her hair and grasped her wrists with one hand and fucked her harder and faster. She cried out softly.

With one final push, he came within her in a torrent of cum. Her pussy quivered and pulsed around his cock. Her legs were drenched with the power of their joined orgasm. Slowly he released her and kissed her back and shoulders. He walked away and returned with a wet towel and bathed her gently in the dark, quiet room. Then, just as swiftly as he had come, he was gone. The rawness between her legs the only memory of his love-making. Until the next time.

~ by eveninglily on December 1, 2008.