Stalk Her

Dainty hips buck against my mouth, seeking more.

Digging my hands into her ass cheeks I devour her. Lapping her arousal up, coating my face with her scent.

I swirl my tongue over her clit, sucking, caressing, loving.

Strong thighs clutch my head in a vice as she drives us both to her climax, writhing on my face like a needy little nympho.

She’s fucking perfect.

Her pussy throbs, and her body tenses with her release.

I need to be inside her in any way possible.

Sucking my two fingers into my mouth to wet them, I slip them inside her then fuck her with them, feeling her walls clench around me.

I fuck her hard, my actions causing her to moan out loud and the table to rock.

When she tips over the edge again, I come up for air, slipping from under the table and back into my seat.

I know my hair is all over the place and her juices coat my lips and chin, but I give zero fuck how I look, I’m only interested in the glow coming from her.

“You’re even more beautiful after you’ve just come,” I say, making a meal out of sucking my fingers into my mouth.

She’s flushed all over, a rose glow beaming from her skin.

Sedated eyes blink over at me and her perfect white teeth bite into the plump bottom lip, almost causing it to bleed.

Her chest heaves, and then the spell is broken.

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave the premises before we call the police,” a waitress says from behind me.

Grinning, I pull out my wallet and dump a couple of hundreds on the table.

“I’ve eaten now anyway,” I smirk, not taking my eyes from Alice’s flushed face.

She breaks into a megawatt grin and scoots out from the booth.

I grab her bag and follow her out.

“I never do this kind of thing,” She tells me once we’re outside, furrowing her brow.

“I’d hope not,” I tease.

“I feel like I’ve met you before somehow, like I’ve known you a while… is that crazy?”

“There’s nothing wrong with crazy.”

My heart hammers so loud in my chest that I think she can hear it when her eyes drop to rest there.

“I should get back, my mother…” she trails off, but I see the exhaustion in her face. Her mother is a burden.

Just like mine was.

“I’ll take you home.”

She smells so sweet.

I want to devour her all over again.

Slipping into the passenger seat of my car she fusses with her purse.

A little late to be nervous, little bird.

I reach over to fasten her seatbelt, allowing my arm to purposefully brush against her tits.

Her intake of breath is audible, and I know if I slide my hands into her panties she’ll be wet, soaked even, once again, desperate for relief.

The drive is tense, sexually charged, and I like the energy we’re emitting.

It gives me a high no drug can.

“So, do you need the address?” she asks, looking out of the window for clues of our direction.

No Alice, I know where you live, I know every thing about you.

“Yes, unless you want me to guess the address,” I jest smiling over at her.

Reaching over, she pushes the GPS buttons, inputting her address, then shifts and rubs her palms down her thighs before continuing to look out of the window.

It doesn’t take long to reach her house.

I pull up next to her yard and get out to open her door for her.

“Thank you,” she blushes, and it amazes me that I’ve just had her pussy on my face yet she’s now acting coy.

I don’t wait for an invite, I follow her up the drive and inside.

The place is empty, and her cheeks become even more flushed when she realizes we’re alone, aside from her mother who’s been left to rot in the back room.

It’s amazing what you discover from other people’s social media or from being inside someone’s home when they don’t know you’re there.

Her mother is ill.

Two years ago cancer changed my little bird’s life.

She fidgets on her feet for a few silent beats.

There are certain expectations, I suppose, when you find yourself alone with someone you want so desperately to fuck.

But patience is a virtue.

Anyone can fuck her.

I want to get inside her head, her senses, discover all the places that make her light up… then darken them all.

She opens the fridge, cringing a fraction.

“I’m sorry. There’s not much to drink in here.”

“Water’s fine,” I tell her, coming up behind her and leaning over to close the fridge door.

She shudders, the good kind.

The hair on the back of her neck stands to attention when my breath hits her there.

She suddenly turns and launches herself at me.

I catch her as she wraps her arms around my neck and legs around my waist.

We crash into the fridge, me grinding my cock into the warm spot between her thighs.