Midnight Visitor

"How about this?" she asked, her own juices beginning to coat her thighs. Who was going to give in first? Was he going to blast off, shooting his load into the air, or was she going to give up her torture and give herself the ride of her life?

Sam enjoyed watching him gasp and plead for mercy. When she was done with him, she planned on asking him what he had been looking for in her house at one am in the morning.

Butterflies danced in her belly and flew lower; raising a heat between her legs she hadn't felt in a long time. Davis's cock beckoned to her, the shiny tip begging her to take a taste. Leaning forward, she kissed the head, delighted with his savory, musky taste. She slid the head between her lips and let her tongue take a slow journey around the tip, tracing the hills and valleys of his anatomy.

Davis's thighs tensed underneath her own. The muted grunts coming from his throat told her she was doing a more than adequate job. It was so nice to enjoy one's work and she loved giving head.

She slid him farther into her mouth, keeping her jaw slack so he only felt her warm lips and tongue. Taking her time, she rolled her tongue around the tip as if she had all night. Davis lifted his hips off the bed in a vain attempt to shove more of him into her mouth. Sam maintained control, however, using her weight on his lower body to keep his still. Her pussy cream flowed down her naked thighs, making them slick with desire and she had to resist the urge to rub her wetness against him.

Instead, she sucked his shaft as hard as she could and she slid two fingers against her clit, rubbing in quick, hot circles until the heat gathered and exploded, giving her a piercing climax. Her mouth still full, Sam moaned and let him slip out of her mouth. She gave the tip a little kiss good-bye, sorry to see it go, but eager to impale herself on his impressive length.

Sam released his dick to grab a condom from the bed. Davis moaned in frustration. She opened the foil packet and rolled the thin rubber on the firm, hot flesh, licking her lips in anticipation.

Straddling his hips, she took hold of his cock and eased herself downward. His hard,hot flesh stretched her, filled her to completion and she closed her eyes, a low sound of satisfaction dragging from her throat. She was still for a moment, allowing her body to get used to the fullness.

"Oh, Davis." She rocked back and forth, the thick slide of his flesh pleasuring her beyond her expectations. It was her toy and she was going to play with it all night long. "Look at me, baby. Watch me fuck you."

Sam placed both hands on his abdomen for balance, and twisted her hips, squeezing her pussy around his cock as she did so.

"You want to touch me, don't you?" she whispered. "Say it."

His arm muscles stood out like thick ropes as he pulled against the nylon cuffs. His gaze met hers and then flitted away.

"I want to touch you," he gasped out.

"Tell me what you want to do." The last word ended in a whimper when she hit a sensitive spot.

"I want to touch your tits, lick and suck your nipples until you scream."

His words came in a fast, erotic rush, heightening her pleasure. She brought her hands to her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers, tugged at them, imagining they were Davis's hands, his mouth and tongue. Her climax started to build, streaks of pleasure coursing through her.

"Keep going," she said, panting from exertion and excitement. "What else?"

"Turn you over." He moaned. "Shove your face in the mattress and fuck that tight, wet pussy of yours until you come then make you suck my cock."

"Oh." Sam moaned. "You're a dirty little boy." She wriggled her hips until she hit another hot spot. She used him like a tool, nudging herself little by little until her climax hit. Her pussy seized tight around his cock, spasming around his shaft and she let her breath out in a long moan."Don't come," she said between breaths. "Don't come until I say. Do you understand me?"

"Yes." Perspiration stood out on his forehead with the effort. "I understand."

After she caught her breath, she began again, slowly this time. His cock was even harder than before. She swiveled her hips in ecstasy, savoring the flesh that filled her to the brink.

With half-closed eyes, she watched him watch her as she moved languorously, each push sending her closer to orgasm. She trailed her fingers around her nipples lazily, and then dipped down to circle her clit. Now and then, she would squeeze her pussy tight. Each time she did that, she was rewarded with a desperate, primal sound.

"Davis," she whispered. "You came to the right house tonight." She pumped her hips a few more times. Her second orgasm hit with a bang and she threw her head back and let out a soft scream. "Oh, that's it," she moaned, her body shuddering with delight. "You can come now," she added.

With a harsh exhalation, he came right after she gave her permission, like a good boy. His entire body shook with pleasure.

Sam remained on top of him, feeling his cock shrink and slide out of her. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

"Very nice." Sam slid off of him and removed the condom. Best ride she'd had in a long while. When she returned from the bathroom, she surveyed his body, still in restraints.

"Aren't you going to untie me?"

Sam sat on the bed and brushed the hair out of his face. "I'll think about it, but for right now, I like you exactly where you are."

 

*

 

Back from the bathroom, Sam pulled another robe from her dresser and slid it on. She felt loose and relaxed, as she always did after good sex. She suppressed a smile as she looked at the sweet body of her prisoner. He was relaxed now, those pretty hazel eyes at half-mast, barely focused on her.

"Wake up, Davis." Sam leaned over and unfastened his wrist restraints. Giving him a little smile, she stroked his bare stomach. "I didn't break you, did I?" She walked over to the bedroom window and stared at the moonlight reflecting on her pool. The summer night was so quiet. She could hear the mechanical drone of the pool pump two stories up.

Behind her, the mattress springs creaked, and she assumed he was getting dressed. It would be such a pity to let him go, but she couldn't keep him.

"I'm giving you time off for good behavior."

Sam didn't hear him cross the floor, but suddenly he was behind her. His warm body pressed against her back, and the ridge of his erection nudged her ass.

"Not until I've filled my end of the bargain." He slipped his arms around her waist and upwards, caressed her nipples through the thin silk. Hot tendrils of pleasure coursed through her weakening her knees. Davis was making her feel good, too good.

Nothing but trouble. She turned around and kissed him.

A little trouble was alright with her.

"Come here," he said, leading her over to her bed.

At the first touch of his tongue on her, she cried out and opened her legs wider. He traced the delicate folds of skin with studious care, and she writhed on the purple silk, her fingers entwined in his soft hair.

She was closer to climax than she thought she was, and each of his forceful strokes brought her nearer. Her orgasm swooped down, and she arched her back with the teeth-clenching force of it, grabbing handfuls of her robe as she came.

Gasping for air, she pushed herself upright on the bed, gathering herself. If she had known he was that good, she would have sat on his face when he was trussed up.

Without taking his eyes from hers, he rolled on one of the condoms she had left on the bed. He advanced on her and she eased back on the rumpled bed sheets, thinking about the big cock he was going to stick between her legs. Her pussy clenched.

"If you're going to fuck me with that big stick, why don't you hurry up about it?"

"Patience, Samara." He gave her a half-mile and gave his cock a squeeze. "Turn over."

"What?" Her skin still tingled from her first orgasm, and her mind was a little dazed.

"Turn over."

Davis flipped her over easily and pulled her up to her hands and knees. The smooth silk caressed her skin when he pulled it to the side, making her shiver with anticipation. The tip of his cock nudged at her entrance, and she held her breath. He slid into her waiting pussy, torturing her with every slow inch forward. Holding her breath, Sam remained still, the thick invasion of flesh, making her skin bead with goose bumps.

Sam closed her eyes and made a sound between a sigh and a moan. Each thrust reignited her desire and heightened her pleasure until she was making a primal sound in her throat that increased in volume.

"Better this way, isn't it?" He moved his hips faster. "A beautiful woman like you shouldn't have to work so hard for her pleasure."

Before she could gasp out yes and fuck me harder, Davis must have grabbed her robe because the material pulled tight across her shoulders, and she thrust back against his hips, pushing him deeper. Sam clawed at her sheets, powerless against the sensations taking over her nerve endings. She closed her eyes as her orgasm hit, stars shooting off in the blackness behind her eyelids.

"Do it," she moaned. "Keep fucking me like that."

Davis fucked her harder, stringing together a blur of words. His hips moved faster, pounding at her pussy as he pulled the robe even tighter. After one powerful thrust, he gave a long, drawn-out moan and shuddered against her backside.

The tension of the material around her arms ceased, and she fell forward on the bed. Her heartbeat thumped in her ears. Exhausted and satisfied, she found a comfortable position.

"Go away, Davis." She yawned. She didn't want him snuggled up like a puppy dog, bringing her breakfast takeout, or worse, cobbling together something from her refrigerator. "Just go."

Without a word, he brushed his lips across her cheek, then her forehead. He didn't speak as he dressed, a silent shadow in the wee hours of the morning.

"Good-bye, Samara," he said and she nodded, imagining another of his charming smiles.

"Good-bye, Davis," she replied, or thought she did.

It was only when he was gone that she realized she hadn't asked him what he'd been trying to steal.