`No harm will come to you again.'
"He is an angel." I spoke aloud to my walls. I knew he wasn't the attacker. My Angel came from nowhere and saved me. I felt the heat swell in my breast. I took my rose and abandoning the thought of food went back to my room. I slipped out of my robe and crawled naked under the covers.
I needed an escape. I had to forget the tragic events of the evening. Slipping beneath the sheets felt like one giant petal enveloping my body. I bought satin sheets once I discovered I loved to sleep in the raw. That was a luxury I was never afforded at home.
I let my thoughts float towards my Angel as my hands drifted all over my body. I plucked one of the petals from my white rose and used it to rub on my nipple. I shivered at the soft touch. "I wonder if this is what a mouth would feel like." I thought aloud, and ran the rose all over, tickling myself. I brought it up from the covers and set it on the pillow next to me. I closed my eyes and conjured him in my mind. Not knowing that he was really there in the room with me. I let myself believe it was his mouth covering my sensitive nipple and suckling it. I felt his hands roam my body. Lately my imagination was getting better and better. There were nights that I could only use my mind and it would bring me to mind numbing orgasms. Tonight I needed my hands to do the job. I needed to feel that my body was ok. I saw him in my mind and let it be his thick fingers that were separating my lips and sliding up and down the wet slit. I pulled my fingers to my mouth and tasted my sweetness. I moaned louder and pretended that I was pulling his fingers back to my love hole. I called softly for my lover and felt his fingers with mine penetrate my tight hole; I arched my hips so he could have better access.
He always would allow me the privilege of exploring his body. I could almost feel my novice hands touch and feel every inch of his tight chest. I licked and nibbled his nipple to see how it felt. Even though to the onlooker I would lick only air. I drew back when my hands came into contact with his throbbing member. I opened my eyes looking to see if there was someone there, seeing nothing I easily fell back into the fantasy. His free hand guiding my fingers over him showing me how to stroke him. He moaned deeply and then continued to work on me. He was trying to stretch me a bit, and I knew that it was so he wouldn't hurt when he was ready to make love to me.
I felt in synch with my imaginary lover, it was as if he could read my thoughts, and I could read his. I moved my hands and let my lover's magical fingers play and fuck me. He always knew just where to touch and how to coax me into being his willing playmate. Taking me higher and higher until I exploded in the clouds, letting my juices cover his hand. I would feel them flow down my legs. In my fantasy world he would allow me to keep stroking him until he came on me. I could really feel my hand getting wet as it was being covered in his warm seed. My fantasy was perfect, leaving me content to fall into a deep sleep.
The demon watched her as she slept peacefully. He was always happy to share these moments with her, and let her believe it was only her imagination. He uncovered her, smiling as she curled up to stay warm. She was what he thought of as pint sized. Not model small, she was shorter than most women were and very voluptuous. He was a breast man, and loved his women that way. She wore a size 12 in most clothes but her bra was a 36 dd. He licked his lips thinking of those perky tits, for him the bigger the better. He'd been watching her since she was a child and she called to him through an Ouija board. When she told her parents about meeting the demon, they freaked. Then proceeded to drag her to the nearest priest for forgiveness and blessings. He knew her well enough to know she didn't want any part of it.
She spoke to him often through the years. She would seek advice about her family and friends. She had no interest in boys, and they didn't appreciate the woman she was becoming. It didn’t matter to him. He appreciated her. Every luscious inch. She grew up lovely, and was a wildcat at heart. Her family smothered her. She wanted out and finally found it. She found employment far from them and moved. Her family tried to convince her to stay close, but she'd have no part of it.
Of course once her sister took ill she stopped talking to him. That made him sad. He had come to have a fondness for her. He knew she would be back, I guess you could say it was faith. He was growing impatient of waiting for her to call to him and he took matters into his own hands. Her first night alone in this apartment he ventured into her dreams. It was a very simple dream of what her heart desired. He stepped forth and watched her face light up. Somewhere deep she remembered him, and she desired him. As her dream continued innocently, he began to twist it a bit to suit him. To his delight she welcomed the changes and him with open arms; just a little teasing and she had open legs too. He fucked her senseless in her dream. She loved every moment. When he flipped them so she could ride him, she did so with abandon. She clawed and teased them both. She kept him busy all night and he knew he met his match. He stayed until her alarm sounded, then was shocked when she woke perky and sassy.
In her sleep now she purred and arched her body. He peered into her dream and saw them together on a blanket in the park. She really was a delightful pet. He reached down to stroke himself, this woman, just some mere mortal made him hard as steel. He stretched out beside her leaning in to lick her nipple. She moaned and arched towards his mouth. He sucked it in and felt his cock grow harder yet.
He grinned. Soon he would take her. He could be patient for a small while more. He knew the man who jumped out to attack her would make her put her guard up. He just needed to gain her trust. He sucked her nipple harder taking her towards orgasm. He knew she had sensitive nipples, and that made him throb. He moved his hand faster and faster gnawing on her, and then moving to the other nipple. She tasted so sweet and innocent; he couldn't wait until she surrendered it to him. He looked forward to taking her virginity. He could already feel her tight cunt around him, squeezing him and milking him, and hopefully he could get her with child.
He groaned and felt the eruption. Such a waste when what he wanted was to bury his cock in her and pump her full of his seed. He came all over her naked body, and sighed in relief. He reached down and let his fingers rub her wetness, as he slid his finger in he felt her contract around it and knew she was cumming again also.
She always went for coffee and a bagel before work, it was time to meet up with her. He hoped she would be thrilled when she found out who he was. Even if she wasn't he would convince her. He kissed her deeply, and then left her to sleep in peace.
