Obsessed by Ever Lilac

 

 

 

10

 

 

Stanmore

 

I don’t go and shower like I said I would. I don’t even move all the way up the staircase, instead I stay in the shadows, watching Amber. Do I trust her? Yes. Do I trust her completely? Not just yet.

But I will once I know that I fully have her. Once I know that there are no walls between us.

My eyes tighten when she twitchingly looks around and I expect her to reach for her phone, call that irritating manager of hers. Or her brother dearest. But she doesn’t. Instead she hooks her fingers into her cleavage and takes off her gown, standing only in a satiny slip that came with the dress.

Watching her like this when she doesn’t know, makes me grind my jaw because it would be so easy for me to prowl over to her, grab her by the waist and bend her over and wait for that look in her eyes that says she wants this as much as I do.

But right now I’m not sure if she would want it. Not when it looks like she’s about to run for the hills. In agitation I rub my hand over my face, still smelling her on my skin.

Fuck, all mine. Don’t do what I think you’re doing.

It’s my fault she wants to put some space between us. I shouldn’t have punched that fucker right in front of everyone. I should have waited, done it in private. Amber didn’t have to see that. I shouldn’t have let her see it.

My heart starts pounding as she walks to the foyer, pushing her feet into a pair of old sneakers and puts on a jacket. I knew it. I knew she’d try to leave. But I’m not going to let her.

I take the backdoor, circling the house and she’s just walking down the few steps of the porch when I show up in the front garden. Amber doesn’t notice me at first, keeping her gaze down and it’s not until she almost bumps into me, that she lifts her head up and lets out a gasp, that I don’t like hearing from her.

I scared her. I don’t want to scare her.

“Stan!” she says with wide eyes and if I close my own and focus, I can hear her heart beating. “What are you doing out here?”

She sounds like she didn’t expect me, like she actually expected me to let her out of my sight, before knowing whether she’s truly surrendered. Maybe she confused me for a normal man.

“Frustrated that you got caught?” I bore my gaze into hers. “You weren’t supposed to leave.”

She twitches and her hair flays in every direction in the wind, carrying with it that sweet, spicy smell that’s all her and she’s so beautiful that nobody can blame me for wanting to keep to her.

“I wasn’t going to,” she says firmly and to my surprise she sounds like she’s telling the truth. “I went out for some fresh air, that’s all.”

When I don’t answer and my eyes narrow in on her, she adds, “Promise.” She licks her lips, sounding pleading, “Stan, look I’m even wearing your jacket.”

Didn’t notice that. But she is wearing the cognac colored leather one. It swallows her, like a little armor on her pretty frame.

“It looks good on you, all mine. But you’re right...” my eyes flare, “that is my jacket and I want it back.”

Reaching forward with my hands, I gently pull it off her bare shoulders and she quivers in the cold, her nipples hardening underneath the flimsy material. Her breasts are perky. Perfectly rounded and bigger than I thought.

“You should go back inside. Don’t want you to catch a cold,” I rasp and she nods, turning around. The back of her slip has slid in between her ass cheeks, making my tongue envy it and she walks over the grass with me practically breathing down her neck.

We don’t stop; I push her without pushing her up the staircase to her bedroom. I want her first time with me to be in a familiar place. I want her to enjoy this.

With my mouth against her ear, I rasp, “If you’re going to leave this house again, then you’re going to leave it, feeling me between your pretty legs.”

She doesn’t protests only inhales, deciding to be compliant, knowing I’ll break down any resistance anyway and she opens the door.

Her breaths are rapid and she’s flushed. And anxious. Like she knows I don’t belong in a pretty room such as hers. Like she knows I belong down in a dark basement where all monsters lurk.

And yet she looks like she wants me, her eyes glimmering and she’s rubbing her thighs together, making me want to open my mouth and swallow her.

Just once.

I don’t know how many times I fantasized about this back in those days when she didn’t know me. I would crack a bottle open, then pace my apartment back and forth, imagining her in my arms.

She’s the prettiest thing a man could ask for. The streetlights shine on her skin, on that thick, lush hair. My fists clench, my short nails digging into my palm.

“Need to strip you, all mine. Need you as bare as the lucky day you were born.”

Her tongue flicks out and she licks those petal looking lips. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Love you. Adore you.” My hands go to her slip. “Think you can take my love? Take me into you whenever I need you to?”

She nods with blushing cheeks, before abruptly stopping. “What if I c...cant?” she asks, suddenly worried and I palm her hair.

She’s told me she’s never been with a man and when she said it she looked ashamed, having no idea it was the best gift she could have given me.

“Try,” I say against her collarbone, licking her smooth skin, “for me.”

“I’ll t...try.”

Hooking her straps with my fingers, I remove the barely there garment from her until she’s standing in only a thong. Her breasts are a perfect size, the peaks a little too big and I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to separate my mouth from them.

Palming them I groan at the plushy texture, my eyes rolling back in my head. I need to suck on those virgin tits and I put my lips on one, making her twitch and a damp smell spreads in the air and my lips curve.

She’s getting wet. Ready to accept my thick length into that slippery, tight hole of hers. Reaching down, I tug at her thong, teasing and ripping at it, looking for that sloppy sound.

And there it is. Slapping in the room and I tug her panties down, cursing inwardly at how beautiful she is. Her thick, smooth slit as untouched as freshly fallen snow and I rub my hand over my mouth, needing to taste her.

“Stan,” Amber whimpers, “I need you...” she bites her lip, her cheeks flushing when a trail of arousal runs down her shapely thigh. I use my tongue to clean her up, making my way to her entrance.

When I find the spot, she cries out. Such an innocent, defenseless sound and I clamp down on her hips, rotating her upwards, making sure my tongue hits the roof of her silkiness and her heels lift of the ground.

She’s panting, twisting and twitching like a little prey that just doesn’t know how to stay still. I need her stunned and I eat her out, until the pulses on my tongue become frantic. Hard. Pretty, little slaps that smell of purity.

Soon that smell will be replaced with my own. I need her dirty. I need her dark. It’s the only way we’ll be able to make this work. I force an orgasm out of her, then another, making sure to gently hold her clit between my lips but the way she comes is still too intense, overthrowing that musical, little body.

The way she twitches once again reminds me of a small thing that’s just been caught. And that just doesn’t know when to give up. She should. It’s over for us. I have her. I’ve seen her like nobody else has seen her, touched her where nobody touches her.

She’s mine.

She doesn’t understand. Yet. She’s still looking at me with dreamy eyes, a sweet smile, having no idea just how deep my feelings about her go. The clawing in my chest comes back, but I push it away.

That side of me can’t come out now. Don’t want those eyes to widen in terror.

Cupping her, I lay her down on the bed, pushing her up against the pillows and she’s so intoxicated on her orgasm that her legs fall open and I hiss at the unraveling of her shameless femininity.

It hurts my heart. To see her like this. To be able to have her like this. Makes my skin feel like it’s made out of glass, as if I’ll break any second now.

Tugging at the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my back and Amber’s hooded eyes flare with interest and she licks her lips, like she has a healthy appetite for me.

“Touch yourself while I undress,” I say and she lifts her hand, but then hesitates. My eyes heat up in reprimand, making her gasp and when I buckle with my belt, pulling my slacks farther down, revealing the first line of hair, her hand flies to where I want it.

With an open mouth, she slides her fingers through her warmth and when my shaft juts, she lets out a loud whimper, sinking down the frilly pillows, her hips undulating, her whole body reacting to what it’s going to have to take.

Her hand trembles when I take it away and replace it with my own bigger one and relief floods her eyes. She’s so ready for this, she doesn’t even make an effort to scram, instead she lets me guide her anyway that I want her, pin her to the bed and she arches, displaying her sumptuous tits.

They shake when I push into her, her eyes widening in surprise, a look as if she’s drifting between discomfort and frenzy, leaking over her face. This is what I’ve wanted for so long. I’ve obsessed over this. Craved this until I thought I was going to lose my mind.

“Fuck,” I curse as she snaps violently all around me, “so motherfucking tight, you’re going to break my cock in half.”

“Stan, don’t hold back,” she stutters to my surprise, “I know you want more, I know what this means to you. I can see it in your e...eyes.”

“You might hate it,” I warn between my teeth and that secret glimmer in her eyes flares, telling me she might love it and it tugs at my self-control. Taking her thighs in my hands, I strike her in a wide stretch, so hard-pressed, I know she feels the burn and she lets out a trembling moan.

“Hate it yet? Tell me how much you hate it.”

“L..love it...”

With my emotions building up to a storm in me, I start eating her mouth, sucking on her tongue, my cock spanking that little tease withering under me. The one I’ve been thirsting for, for months. My whole life without even knowing it.

I have her shut in by my body, our skins chafing, her mouth turning just as savage against mine. Her sex is hot, hot, hot. Her little pussy is not going anywhere. I own it now, determined to treat it however I want for the rest of my life.

“Come,” I instruct as I’m about to do the same. “Come for me.”

“Stan,” she groans powerlessly, trying to fight against the urge to collapse and it makes me frenzied.

“Do it now!”

She erupts, yelling my name, making everything blacken before my eyes and I gasp for air and I hold her tightly, until the last convulsions pass.

Looking down at her, my heart flips when I see what’s looking up at me with barren eyes and a swollen mouth. It’s not just a girl anymore. But a sweet, dark mess. My lips twitch, because now...

We’re the same.