She was

I pulled the door closed gently behind me, and locked the deadbolt, immediately greeted by the scent of her clean hair. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see that her hair was still damp. Mmm. She showered for me. Or washed me off of her. Both thoughts made me smirk. She was wearing those short tiny gray sweat shorts and matching crop top hoodie. I’d like to thank whoever designed those pajamas, as would my dick.

I stepped toward her and she timidly took a matching step back, unsure and uneasy as always. Her hands were in front of her, just above her waist, almost protectively, her slender fingers absentmindedly scratching at the skin of the cuticles of her thumbs as she did when she was nervous.

She opened her mouth to say something, probably along the lines of ‘we can’t do this’ or some such bullshit we were way past, but I acted before she found her voice. Taking another step towards her, I placed my right hand on her ass, pulling her to me as my left hand gently but firmly pressed against her right breast through the soft fabric of her hoodie. I did not feel a bra behind it, and let out a deep, growling breath as her small, pliant breast filled the palm of my hand. Oh fuck. She made a small noise, raising her shoulders as she tried to resist.

God, she knew what I liked.

She was frozen, but pliant. Movable. Waiting to be lead. So lead I did.

I didn’t want her official first time to be here in the foyer, as ready as I was to give it to her, and knew that even though he was gone, he’d be back sooner than I’d like. I convinced my fingers to stop groping her chest, although her small tit felt so fucking good in my hand, and slid around up to the back of her head, then down to the back of her neck. She resisted when I gently tried to turn her around. I exhaled through my nose, amused. I think I knew what she was thinking. That I’d pick up right where I left off.

But I knew how the body worked. Hers and mine. I knew it would take a minute or two to get things going and juices flowing. And that part is almost as fun as the main event.

Don’t worry, Miss Laura. I’ll get you ready for me. I know what you like.

“Move,” I said, my voice low and husky. She resisted admirably until I added just the slightest bit of pressure, turning her by the back of her neck. She made a quiet noise of struggle, but quickly yielded to me. You did open that front door, after all, Miss Laura. You got a little taste and now you want more, don’t you.

I leaned in and pressed my crotch against her small ass, my bulge reminding her nice how it feels. I softly kissed the skin of her neck where it rounds down into her right shoulder, then gently told her what I expected of her.

“Show me your bedroom.” My right hand slid down to her soft shorts, and she almost whimpered when my fingers found her crotch, tensing up slightly, and instinctively arching her back, trying to pull away from my touch, accidentally grinding back into me. I gently grit my teeth, flexing my cock against her in response.

I let out a deep, aroused grunt, nudging her forward. She swallowed, then stiffly shuffled forward as I led her into the kitchen by the back of her neck, then down the hallway. Every few steps, she tried to stop, or at least slow down to delay the inevitable. Amused but determined, I firmly squeezed the back of her neck and gently yanked her back, then smacked her ass cheek with my right hand. She gasped lightly, tensing up.

I kept my hand against her ass and squeezed it, savoring the feel of her soft, almost fuzzy shorts. I couldn’t wait to peel these fucking things off. I nudged her again, keeping my firm grip around the back of neck, and led her toward her bedroom door. Her last place of solace, about to be christened.

I reached around her and opened the door with my free hand, then nudged her inside, even as she tried to resist and plant her feet. I smirked, amused by her feeble attempts. But my motor was running, and hers was about to be.

I pulled the door closed behind me and let go of her neck, roughly pushing her forward. She took a couple of steps and stopped herself, spinning around to look up at me with those eyes.

A small, ornate lamp sat illuminated on a bedside nightstand, the only light in the house that was on. Two beds. How very noble of the young couple. I smirked, beyond amused and happy that they did not share a bed, my eyes quickly taking in the room. The bed closest to the door had a picture of the two of them, and a crucifix hung above on the wall above the same bed. Her bed. Had to be. I smiled, thrilled to finally see it.

I closed the gap between us and grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her to me as I leaned in to kiss her. Her hands were against my chest as she turned her head away, and she gave me the struggle she knew I loved so much. I think she loved it too. Playing this game. When she wouldn’t let me kiss her I went for her neck instead, the clean scent of her freshly showered body so pleasant and delicious as I inhaled it, my lips and tongue against her skin as I suckled, threatening to give her a hickey that shorts and panties couldn’t hide.

She quickly lowered her chin, ticklish and sensitive, and instinctively turned her head back toward me, making small noises of struggling ****, holding her breath while she tried to push me away. My lips were against hers and she continued struggling, trying to push me from her. I squeezed her ass and hummed, amused and aroused by her efforts. Frustrated, she whimpered. It was the sound of a losing fight.

I slid my tongue between her lips, parting them with my own as I tasted her, the flavor of her soft lips sending a powerful jolt of arousal down to my dick, warming my whole body. I slid my left hand around to the front of her shorts and she gasped, inhaling sharply when I started rubbing her. Her hand shot down to stop me but was too slow. My right hand continued to squeeze her ass, sliding to her crack to roughly fondle her through her shorts.

She moaned, uneasy and unwilling, but would not win this battle, and she knew it. It was the sound of hope leaving her.

Or maybe, it was the sound of her getting exactly what she wanted.