Chris stalks Sam quietly as she waits for the bus. He gets on and melds into the mass of bodies crowded into the cramped space. Waiting and biding his time. Grinning to himself of the pleasures in store for him. Sam pulls the string to let the driver know that her journey is coming to an end and the bus comes to a jarring stop. Chris tries not to let himself touch her just yet. She gets off the bus and doesn't know he's following her. Avenged Sevenfold blaring in her ears she completes her journey home.
Walking inside and not even bothering to close the door all the way and completely ignoring the fact of locking it. He takes this advantage and slips in to the home as silently as a shadow. Sam gets to her room and Chris brazenly walks in and rips the headphones from Sam as he covers her mouth keeping her from screaming. There's a look of terror and deep longing in her eyes as he looks at her. He literally rip the clothes from her body. He shoves her down on to the king size bed, then turning for a split second to lock the door of her room. He looks at her. She's so small and fragile against the massiveness of the bed. He climbs on top of her, pinning her wrists over her head with one hand, the other groping and squeezing her body harshly. She whimpers softly and wiggles, trying to get out of his grip. He tightens his grip on her wrists and lets out a low growl, warning her to stop moving and to be quiet.
She looks terrified and aroused at the same time. Chris stared at Sam a bit more, taking in her fragile pale frame. He bends his head down and kisses the soft pale flesh of her throat. Wanting to let go and mark her with bites of passion and love, he keeps that part of his lust under control. Sam mewls softly at his molten touch. She writhes under him as he trails hot wet kisses down her clavicle to her perfectly globed breasts. Her pinkish nipples hardening from the cool air and hot kisses. Lavishing her nipples with a loving caress of his tongue, Chris bides his time. Knowing the sweeter it will be the longer time it takes. Sam feels as if she's about to burst. The heated fire within her is at its peak. Chris senses this and continues his tortuously slow lavishing of her small frame. Worshiping her as a goddess of Love, kissing each hip, licking along the bone that gently forms through her soft flesh. She lets out a full on gasp as his teeth make contact with the sensitive hip bone.