Through the gloom of the bedroom I could make out her form. She was curled on the bed, a single sheet draped carelessly over her still naked body. Her Halloween costume -- a witch's outfit, lay discarded on the floor. The room smelled of alcohol and the sweet scent of incense sticks. I looked around, my eyes growing accustomed to the darkness. The digital clock on her bedside table read 3am -- the witching hour. I smiled to myself then moved across the room to the bed and gazed at her sleeping form, the soft rise of her ample chest as she breathed, her tangled blonde hair spread over the pillow. She was beautiful. Each time I visited, she was older, but always beautiful. How old was she now? Twenty five? Twenty six? It didn't matter.
Although I was naked the coolness of the room didn't bother me. All my attention was on her. My Naomi. I sat down near her head, and stooped to press my face in her soft blonde hair, inhaling the scent, relishing it. Drinking in her essence. She stirred slightly and despite her sleep, I wondered if she sensed my presence.
I kissed her gently on the forehead, and again she stirred.
'Naomi,' I whispered.
A faint flicker of a smile crossed her lips.
My hand stroked her cheek, then traced down over the curve of her slender neck and glided down to the soft swell of breasts, my hand brushing the bedsheet back as exposed her bosom to the cool night air. I cupped each breast in turn feeling the warm bud of each nipple harden under my palm.
She smiled, her eyes still closed. 'I knew you'd come tonight.'
'It's Halloween.' I replied.
'I've missed you,' she said, her eyes open now looking up into mine. Despite the darkness I could see pinpricks of light in her eyes.
She lifted her head from the pillow and I moved closer, removing the pillow and letting her head settle in my lap, her face only inches from my flaccid cock.
She inhaled deeply, drinking in my scent. 'I've missed your smell, your touch, your voice, you're, . . . everything. . .' she said, her voice trembling.
'I'm here now,' I soothed.
My hands still played with her breasts and from her breathing I could tell she was becoming aroused. One of her hands slender and cool, reached my face, the traced over my chest, my navel and my inner thigh. The tips of her fingers found my cock and lightly stroked its length before trailing over my heavy balls to rest in the cleft beneath, just touching the sensitive entrance of my anus. I shifted the angle of my crotch, and at the same time cupped her head under my hand to give her support as my stiffening cock brushed her lips wetting them with warm sticky precome.
She opened her mouth.
