"When do you think you'll come back?"
"I don't know. I've got a lot of shit to do for awhile, so it might not be until next month."
"Damn. Oh well, I've got to get some sleep, I'll talk to you sometimes tomorrow."
"Sure thing. Night, kid."
He clicked his cell phone shut, and rolled over, pulling his comforter close around his body. He hated when she called him "kid." Which was of course why she did it. She loved mocking him, teasing him. She'd laugh coyly, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and he'd only think about pushing her down and kissing her mouth deeply, until the laugh escaping her bubbled into his own throat. He wished she was here now. He wanted to feel her again, they way her body molded perfectly into his, their legs entangled.
But not for another month. One month to think about being with her. One month to imagine her naked body in the shower with him, water running over her breasts as she got on her knees before him. One month to jerk off to images of fucking her.
He had just drifted off to sleep when he heard the gentle knock against his window. Grabbing his gun instinctively, he rolled to the window ready to shoot. Pushing back the blinds off to the side, he saw her smiling face, laughing yet again. His heart started beating faster, wondering if perhaps he was dreaming again. He'd had this dream before. He opened the window quickly.
"Don't fucking shoot me, kid! God damn. I didn't want to wake your roommates, so I thought I'd scare the hell out of you." She pulled herself inside over the sill, using his hand as a help to her feet.
"I thought you had shit to do? Why are you here?"
"Can't I surprise you anymore? Everyone likes surprises. I was in the car about thirty minutes out when I told you goodnight. Is that the kind of greeting I..." He silenced her with a kiss, thrusting his tongue in her mouth and shoving her hard against the wall with a resounding thud. She laughed, putting the kiss on hold for a moment.
"I came in through the window so I wouldn't wake them up. Making noises like that is not staying very stealthy."
"Oh. Believe me. That is one of the quietest noises that they will be hearing tonight." She purred her happy agreement as the kiss continued. It was slow at first. They both just wanted to taste each other, explore each other tenderly. Her hips began to roll against his crotch as he pushed her harder against the wall. His hands trailed down her neck, lightly over her breasts and waist and closed over her wrists. With one smooth motion, her hands were pinned above her head, and he pulled back to stare into her eyes. With his other hand he touched her. She had worn a skirt with no underwear. She was always too provocative, too revealing. He loved it. She was already wet; her breathing growing raspier as he neared her clit. He stopped, his fingers wet with her arousal and brought them to his mouth. He licked his middle finger, her scent invading his nostrils. Her eyes grew wide as his index finger entered her mouth. Sucking voraciously, she stared at him, moaning her pleasure. Sharply pulling his hand back, he smacked her across the face.
"Is that the way we play tonight, kid? Alright. Let's go." Her eyes lit up as the devilish smile crept across her lips.
"I hate when you call me 'kid.'" He bit her neck and threw her backwards onto his bed. God he couldn't wait to tear into her. He took a moment to stare at her as she went to unzip her skirt. "No. Leave it on." She stopped immediately, but not before placing her hand beneath the skirt to begin playing with her freshly shaven pussy.
"Stop. Now. Put your hands over your head. Spread your legs. Don't move." She did as she was told. Dropping to her crotch first, he let his tongue lead from her hole up to her clit, sucking it softly. As soon as he heard the first moan escape her lips, he bit down and smacked her thigh. "You aren't allowed to talk either. No noise. Not until I tell you it's permissible."
He drew himself up over her legs, his hands exploring her entire body, and straddled her pelvis. Green eyes stared up at him, never flinching, pink lips pursed together. The knife caught the moonlight as it ripped up the front of her shirt. No bra. Her perfectly shaped A tits barely needed one. He preferred her without one. Seeing the outline of those breasts inside her shirts was usually all he needed to grow hard.
But now, here she was, naked in front of him, silent, willing, and wanting him to fuck her. He leaned down to her lips, kissing her softly.
"I'm so glad you're here." He sucked a tit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the areola. He felt her shudder and knew she wanted to move, wanted to gasp, wanted to moan. But he would refuse her still. His left hand trailed to her pussy, his fingers beginning to fuck her slowly, as his right hand pulled down the boxers he was wearing to release his fully hardened cock. As he added a third finger to her dripping cunt, growing more and more insistent, he heard her swallow and inhale quickly through her nostrils.
His mouth released her breast. "Patience, pet. Just a few more moments and you can enjoy this as much as me." He kicked his boxers off the bed and positioned himself in front of her. He slammed into her as fast and as hard as he could. She stiffened under him, her head falling back, her neck completely exposed. He was in heaven. Her pussy was absolute heaven. He dropped his head on her shoulder and fucked her avidly until he felt the cum building in his balls. He jerked out of her quickly, not wanting for this experience to end so abruptly, and fell onto her stomach panting, waiting for the feeling to subside. He kissed her neck again, wishing that the feeling before he blew his load would last forever while he was inside her.
