Kitty must have run because not fifteen minutes later there came a knock on his door. Rick stopped his pacing and took a deep breath. He went to his door and spying through the peephole he saw her. Her hair was down and windswept. She’d worn the clothes she’d had on yesterday just as he’d told her. Rick smiled and opened the door. She stood there, her eyes downcast, her hands clasped in front of her. ‘Hello Kitty.’ He said to her.
She looked up at him and replied. ‘Hello Mr Connors.’
She really hadn’t slept all that well last night. He could see it in her face. The skin under her eyes looked bruised and her face was drawn, but in her eyes he still saw the longing. They burned with undisguised desire, denied lust and wanting. As soon as he saw her he wanted nothing more than to grab her, drag her into his house and ravage the girl. But he restrained himself, controlled himself. All in good time, he thought.
‘Come in,’ he said shifting and holding the door open for her. She walked past him and stopped a little way into his lounge room, standing with her back to him. He closed the door and threw the dead bolt home. He didn’t want any interruptions. He’d already taken the phone off the hook. Kitty made to turn around to face him, but he stopped her. ‘Don’t turn around.’ He told her. She froze where she stood.
He stepped in close behind her, breathing in deeply, inhaling her heady scent. His body only centimetres away from her own, he could feel the heat generated between them. He raised his hand and brushed it lightly along her shoulder as he gently took hold of her hair and pushed it to the side, exposing the little purple tattoo on the back of her neck. Rick felt her shiver under his touch. He began to stroke it lightly with his finger and he felt her breathing quicken.
‘When did you get this?’ He asked her.
‘Ahh … when… when I turned eighteen sir.’ She answered him, her voice breathy.
‘What did your parents say?’ Rick was curious, he already knew they worked weekends, so what else might he learn?
‘They don’t know about it sir.’ Came her reply.
His breath caught in his throat. He let his fingers increase their pressure on the back of her neck, ‘So who else knows about this?’
‘No one sir, just…’ she paused, ‘just you sir.’
Rick sighed with pleasure. His breath drifted over her skin, as he studied the tattoo. It was tastefully done, feminine and delicate. It was one of those curly, non-symmetrical type hearts, where the bottom swirled outwards, it suited her. And the fact that he was the only other person who knew about it sent a shiver down his spine, he liked it a lot.
He let his fingers trail along the top of her shoulder, his other hand rising to copy as they slid down her arms until they reached her hips. He rested his hands on her hips and finally dipped his head toward her neck. His hot breath fell against her skin a moment before his lips did, kissing the tattoo, letting his tongue flick out and trace its design.
Kitty gasped and her head fell forward allowing easier access to the back of her spine. He pushed his hands under her arms, sliding them across her flat stomach and upwards to her sweet breasts. Cupping them in his hands, Kitty cried out, moaning as his thumbs brushed against her hardened nipples through the fabric of her shirt. He worked them gently as he kissed along her neck towards her ear and back down again to her shoulder, nipping and sucking at the skin. Letting her breasts go, Kitty whimpered at the loss which made him smile. She was putty in Rick's hands as he pushed them down over her skirt and onto the skin of her thighs. Stroking all the way down to her knees, he let his nails skim up the back of her thighs; his anticipation growing by seconds. She had worn no bra, and he had no doubt that she'd obeyed his other instruction as well.
Kitty's whole body trembled under his touch. Her chest was heaving as she panted. She could hardly believe she was here, that he was here, touching her like she'd asked. Her young body ached in a way that made her think of dying. How she longed for Mr Connors to do so much more to her!
Rick brought his hands back around her thighs, stroking his fingertips along the juncture of her pelvis, not quite touching the outer lips of her heated pussy. She whimpered loudly and quivered where she stood as Rick encouraged the tension in her compact body to build.
Under her skirt, his hands returned to her hips, bunching it up at the back so her tight, naked ass was exposed. He held her firmly by the hips and then pulled her back against him so their bodies melded against one another. His erection pressed hard into the small of her back. She would feel the material of his shorts, rough against her smooth skin and know just how close she was to getting what she had asked for. He felt her press her butt against him, her one small movement, but otherwise she remained still.
Rick drew his left hand out from under her skirt and lifted the hem of her t-shirt, his fingers sliding underneath and across the warm, soft skin of her stomach and ribcage, travelling ever higher towards her lovely pert breasts. He trailed his hand low across her abdomen and towards the small patch of hair at the core of her legs. As he brushed his fingertips along the underside of her breasts and trailed his fingers back and forth across the soft hair of her pussy, she threw her head back against his shoulder and inhaled sharply, moaning and twitching as his fingers finally touched her bare nipple.
His whole body burned for her, his dick aching so badly his knees were about to buckle. He could taste the salt of her sweat on her skin and he wanted more, wanted to taste her sweet pussy again. He pinched at her nipple making her gasp and let his other hand drop lower to quickly finger her clit, just once. She moaned loudly and tried to grind herself against his fingers, but he drew them away from her swollen bud. She pleaded brokenly, ‘Oh God! Please!’
He lifted his mouth from her shoulder and pressed it against her ear. ‘Do you want me Kitty?’
‘Yes!’
‘Do you want me to fuck you Kitty?’
‘Oh yes sir, please!’ She cried her voice full of desperate desire. ‘Please!!!’
That was it, it was enough even for Rick, he couldn’t handle the waiting any longer. He’d made her pay, tormented her for tormenting him, now he lost control. He spun her around roughly, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling her head back. His mouth was on hers in an instant, his tongue pressing deep into hers; tasting her sweet breath as he sucked the air from her lungs. She moaned hard against his lips. Rick wrapped his arms around her pulling her hard into his body, his lower hand on her ass, a finger sliding between her slick cheeks and pressing against her puckered opening. Her arms wound themselves around his neck and she pulled herself against him, returning his ardent kiss with just as much fervour.
He broke away from the kiss, as breathless as she was and stared into her eyes. Her pupils were dilated with passion her breath coming sharp and fast. He growled, and carried her bodily across the room to the couch. He pushed her back onto it roughly, making her fall as he knelt down between her legs. Pulling her hips toward him, he pushed up her shirt urgently. The material bunched under her armpits and across her upper chest… and then his mouth was on her nipples.
First one and then the other, his tongue lapping, his teeth biting, his lips tugging at the hardened buds. She gasped and arched her back, pressing her nipples deeper into his mouth. One arm was still wrapped around her waist, the other he used to tease the nipple that his mouth was unable to lap at.
He drew his nails across the delicate skin of her ribs, raising neat white lines that transformed to red weals. Her hands were in his hair, pulling his mouth harder against her aching breasts. His mouth began to move lower, he grabbed her hands and tucked them under her thighs ; he still wanted to be in control, and she wasn't allowed to touch just yet. He kissed and tongued his way down her stomach which quivered beneath his lips, his hand shoving her skirt up around her hips and then his urgent mouth was on her.
Her sharp cries of pleasure echoed in his ears as he delved deep into her centre. She tasted so good. Tonguing her clit, he wriggled his tongue back and forth over its swollen hood, making her writhe in ecstasy as she opened her legs wider to him. Rick lapped at her sweet pussy with long flat strokes, his hands kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples. He lowered a hand and as his tongue waggled frantically from side to side across her sensitive bud he pushed a long finger inside her wet opening, pumping it in and out. She bucked her hips against his mouth and cried out, telling him she was going to cum, asking him for permission to cum, ‘Oh, oh I'm going to cum. C… can I cum, please?’
He grunted his approval and her whole spine arched backwards. Kitty spasmed hard as he ripped his fingers out of her and thrust his tongue deep inside her moist cleft. He felt her small gush of hot creamy liquid on his tongue, and it tasted so sweet he groaned himself. She became so wet, it dribbled onto his chin.
Rick came up for air. He leaned over her and grabbed her face. Kissing her deeply, he made her taste herself on his lips and tongue. She needed no urging, licking at his face and chin greedily as her nails raked across the back of his shoulders.
He broke away from her mouth, stripping his shirt off in one fluid motion. Hearing her intake of breath as his muscular physique was uncovered made him smile. He undid the button of his shorts and slid the zip down, letting his shorts fall to his bent knees. He was quickly losing control. Rick wanted so desperately to bury himself deep inside her wet pussy but her words stopped him in his tracks.
‘Please sir, can I touch it?’
He growled, pulling her hand to him and wrapping her fingers around his hard shaft. Her hands were small, her fingers not meeting up with each other. She groaned and sat up straighter, watching as her hand slid up and down his hard cock, his hands squeezing at her breasts. The head of his engorged rod nudged at her slick opening with each thrust of his hips. He felt her leaning forward her mouth kissing along his jaw toward his ear. And her quiet words sent a shuddering, shiver through is body… ‘Please sir can I suck your cock?’
Rick grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it roughly as he drove his tongue into her dirty mouth, her hand still working on his dick, rubbing it against her clit as she did. He pulled away from the kiss and pushed himself up, his shorts falling to the ground around his ankles. He stood there in front of her, his hand still wound tightly in her hair, her hand still wrapped tightly around his shaft. Her face looked up at him, those golden eyes of hers begging him to let her suck his cock, her mouth open and waiting. He inhaled deeply as he pushed his hips forward and let her guide him into her hot, wet mouth.
He groaned hard as her tongue teased the head, licking up his pre-cum and running it over her lips. Her dainty hand worked his length, slowly pumping his hard shaft. Her lips closed around the tip of his cock and she sucked him hard against the sharp edge of her teeth and he moaned at the sensation of it, a little pain but sooo much pleasure. She let her lips pop off the end of his head, making a little slurping noise which sent another shiver through him.
Kitty's eyes stared up into his, smouldering with lust as she opened her mouth fully and took half his length into her lovely, eager mouth, gagging herself on his head. He nearly came on the spot it felt that good. She moaned against his dick as it touched the back of her throat, sending a tingling tremble across his entire body.
