The Sleeping Siren

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Hair the color of milk chocolate, and big hypnotizing eyes. Those were the first two things I can remember noticing about her. We were in the same section of the book store, looking over the brand new spines, and inhaling the fresh scent of the pages when we opened them. As she walked around, her finger was sliding against the books as if counting them one by one. When she passed by me, I could smell the lingering scents of her skin and hair. She smelled of hazelnuts and coffee wrapped together with a slightly fruity undertone, and it sent a shiver down my spine. We didn't speak, we just looked at each other, and when she came by me with a book in her hands, I smiled wide. I knew this wasn't one of those moments where you're really not sure if you're being hit on without words or not. This was one of those moments that not only was I being hit on without verbal cues, but I was hitting back AND she was biting.

My heart hammered in my chest as I followed her to the checkout counter, but sadly there were two people that kept us separated. As she checked out and headed towards the door, she waved at me and winked with a little laugh before pushing the door open. I decided to abandon my books, tossing them on the nearest table and dashed outside to find her. The streets were crowded, people were in a rush and I swiveled my head back and forth looking for her, but I didn't see her. A moment of sadness passed before that scent I'd never forget, wafted to me. She was here. Turning my head I watched her walk by me, a smile on her face that was wide, and with a thunk on the concrete, I looked down to see she had dropped the book she had just purchased. An accident? Maybe. I bent down to pick it up, smoothing my hand over the cover but when I went to hand it back to her, she had simply vanished. A sensation of disappointment settled inside of me as I realized that chances were I'd never see her again. I looked down at the book, the cover was a man and a woman locked in an embrace and I raised a brow - was she into reading smut? The idea itself wasn't as ludicrous as I may have thought at first, and so I headed back to my apartment book in hand.

The night was fairly quiet, and with a little Chopin put on the stereo, and a glass of whiskey in hand, I settled down into my favorite plush arm chair. The soft clink of ice in the old fashioned glass brought my attention back to it every now and then as I reached over to grab the book the chocolate haired beauty had dropped. I turned it over in my hands again before cracking it open to a random page. His hands caressed my curves, the warm expanse of his palm seared into my skin causing my back to arch and I panted as he took me higher and higher. I couldn't breathe, every emotion was burning into my soul as juice trickled from my opening down to the bed. Immediately I stopped reading, a heated blush on my face - was this what she was into!? I swallowed nervously before continuing, my fingers trembling. His cock thrust into my body, the way his hips worked against mine created a symphony of pleasure that sang harmoniously through my every muscle. I couldn't take it anymore, I cried out, I screamed, his name was echoed on my lips and I knew I needed more. It was if he knew just what I was thinking, and his hands rose up, grasping my thighs, pushing them up and apart and the sticky slap of his sack against my bare bottom echoed outwards. With my hands bound, I couldn't help but whine - I just desired to touch him, to claw my fingers down that tanned flesh.... Before I realized it, an hour had passed and I had landed myself about halfway done with the book.

I pushed myself up from the chair, setting the book down on it's open pages and letting it hang over the armrest. It was the lazy man's book mark and for a moment I wondered if that was okay to do that to her book, but I wasn't folding any pages - it would be fine. Dragging my tired frame to bed, I threw myself in it, groaning as the soft mattress swallowed me up and lulled me to sleep. Sometime during the night, I had a startling dream. The sound of a woman's voice whispering for me to wake up, echoed in my mind and my eyes flew open. I went to move, I hated sleeping on my side, but I realized I couldn't. Something was holding me down. I panicked immediately - as any sane person would do and for a moment I felt like I couldn't breath. My heart was beating so fast and heavy I thought maybe I was dying, but it was just a simple explanation of paralysis. I calmed myself down, my heartbeat steadying once more but that was when I felt and heart it.

Soft breath on my skin. Her voice, the one from my dream caressed me once more, "Well hello there. Nice of you to join me." She laughed, it was a warm laugh, nothing sinister or evil, just a simple woman. I could feel her body shift on the bed and suddenly her lips were on my neck, kissing in a teasing pattern. I could feel my cock begin to harden as her hands skimmed my body, touching me all over and when her hands came into direct contact with my cock, I realized that she had stripped me of my clothing. Her hands stroked my length, urging it to become hard and ready as she gently bit my shoulder and pressed her heavy breasts into my back. I could feel the hard nubs of her nipples as they drug down my back, her hips slowly grinding against me. There was a slick wetness that was slowly touching my skin and I couldn't help but groan a bit. God, was she getting off to this?! Her hand was pumping my cock, swirling her small fist over the head and smearing precum all over it. My hips begged to thrust forward, to fuck her hands grip with all I could but it seemed that she had other plans for my now rock solid cock. With a cheeky laugh, full of mischief, she moved from behind me very slowly and pushed/pulled me onto my back, my cock sticking straight up.

As I looked down at her, I was shocked to see the sight before me - it was her! The girl from the bookstore! Her beautiful chocolate hair cascaded over her perfect naked form. Shapely hips, a tucked hourglass of a waist, and those beautiful curved breasts...I yearned to suckle from them. My hands itched to reach out and grasp her, to tuck her beneath my body while I took her as my own, but I couldn't move save for the rise and fall of my chest. She climbed over me, a slow crawl like a lioness stalking its prey and I swallowed hard. She straddled my hips, her legs coming apart to show me the glistening pink of her sweet sex, dripping with a oozing cream of desire. My cock twitched - I was glad to see it could move - and she chuckled, moving her hips to grind over it slowly. "My, my, my. I knew you were attracted to me in the bookstore, but this? This is even better. Did you like my book? I hoped you would. I saw you read quite a bit of it." She grinned wide before grasping my cock by the middle and pushed it towards her entrance, the eager hole taking my cock with near ease. Her moan crooned towards me, her head tossing back to let the ends of her hair tickle my thigh and soon she was riding me eagerly. "YES! Oh yes, perfect, just what I needed!!"

She was bouncing quickly on my cock, the velvet grip milking me to the point I thought I was going to die. I was so needy, so horny and I could feel the boiling of my cum inside of my heavy sac. She leaned forward, her nails scratching down my chest, and I could only inhale sharply to convey a hiss to her of pleasure. Her eyes bored into mine, holding my gaze for what seemed like an eternity as she rode me, a laugh escaping her lips. "Does that feel good baby? Yeah? Look at you, unable to move, mine to play with. I bet you like this, feeling so helpless and owned. I like this. I like to take what I want. Your cock is what I want. I knew it from the moment I saw you in the store that I had to have you." She spoke so lewdly, the dripping juice from her cunt was soaking me as the squelch of her riding echoed into the room. More. More. I need more.

My thoughts were crying out to her, but if she could hear me she didn't seem to care. She rocked her hips and sat back, her hands pressing behind her onto my thighs and she pulled up a foot, dragging it slowly along my chest. She had perfect feet, small toes, with a flat nail bed that was painted into a French manicure. "I want you to kiss my feet, I'll allow your lips movement enough to do that." With those words said, it was as if a spell was lifted from my jaw, and as her beautiful foot came closer, my lips pursed upwards, kissing a solid toe. She smirked, pressing - almost smearing - it against my lips which parted to take it into my mouth, and give it a soft suckle. She moaned deliriously her hands and other leg making it easier for her to bounce on my cock. "Yes, yes! Just like that, right there oh god yes!" She was rolling her hips in a frenzy, taking my cock even deeper inside of her hot tunnel and I couldn't get enough. I whimpered around her toe in my mouth, my tongue lapping at it before she pulled it away. It was as if she was finally deciding to allow me to have what I wanted. With a snap, my body was freed of the invisible prison and I immediately shoved her onto her back.

She gasped at my speed, and I snarled, her thighs coming into my hands, just to be pulled apart wide, letting me look down at her eager little hole swallowing my cock. THWACK-THWACK! The sound of my hips slamming into the backs of her thighs was addicting, like a shot of some kind of drug right into my veins. I needed more, craved more. More, more more more! I snarled into the air as I grasped her tightly, my fingers would leave bruises, I knew it from how hard I was touching her. Grabbing her. She was mine, I would have her as my own and I think she knew it too. Her screams of pleasure echoed into the air as I pounded into her, her hands were up into her hair, tugging at the chocolate locks and those full lips I wanted to kiss so badly were wide open with her cries. I reached up a hand, grasping her chin and I pulled her up as I leaned down, taking her mouth into a needy kiss, hard and full of passion. Our moans mixed together as I took her into that heavy kiss, and her fingers slowly moving from her chocolate hair into my blonde locks, tugging tightly, pulling me tighter. "I'm gonna cum...." I panted against her lips, "Where do you want me to cum?" My hips had not stopped, I was taking her for the ride of our lives when she said it, those words I craved to hear. "Cum inside me. Please, please cum inside of me." How could I say no to that? How could I say no to that beautiful pouting face?! I looked down at her smoldering eyes, the begging reaching into the deep pools and I nodded, thrusting against her even faster. SLAP SLAP SLAP. Our bodies connected fast and hard and suddenly my cock snapped straight and I roared outwards, body pushing forward, back arched, and head tossed back as my fingers bit into her skin. Cum poured from my cock into the deepest corners of her tight little slit, filling her till cum frothed around the base of my cock.

Her own orgasm came with mine, her body thrashing underneath of me, her walls grasping me so tight it was as if she was moulding her insides to replicate my shape. Our panting breathes mixed together as we came, and soon, the high had ended and we sank down the slope of relief. It was heaven. She was heaven. And as I fell forward, I rolled my body to the side, pulling her by the ass to keep myself lodged inside, and with her on top of me I began to drift off once more to sleep.