An end or a beginning?

I stared out the window, eyes half lidded, lips parted, lost to the feeling of my nameless lover's relentless **** on my wet and willing pussy. He thrust harder into me, so hard that the chair on which I knelt began to creep by small degrees across the floor, closer and closer to the window with each thrust; the chair squeaked and squealed as if in protest to the pounding ****.

I didn't care anymore that Joel was watching, had been watching and prying and spying for all those weeks. Looking up into his window now, I could see the camera he held in one hand as well as what he was doing with the other. I imagined the click and whirl of the camera and wondered if he really thought he could get any decent shots at all while his other fist pumped the hard shaft of his cock. I didn't care. The thought of Joel beating off all over the floor while watching me fuck was a thrill I'd never known, never imagined. My whole body was burning with the wanton wickedness of it all.

My vision began to blur as if a white mist had fallen across my eyes. I tried to blink it away even as my moans grew to a fevered crescendo. When my lips touched the cold, unyielding surface I realized the mist was my own breath, clouding the surface of the glass. I stretched out my hands to brace myself against the window, red nails clicking like talons as my hands clenched and unclenched.

"You love it, don't you?" My lover's voice, deep and almost guttural, played across my senses like a whipcrack. His fingers continued to swirl around my clit until I thought I would explode. I tried to answer, but my only response was a moan that shot a heavier mist against the lipstick-smeared glass.

On the very edge of my release he withdrew his fingers, never slackening his relentless pounding. I felt like a slow fire was consuming me, radiating out as if from the hot coals inside my twitching pussy. The chair slid forward again; my whole upper body was crushed against the window; the frigid pane a sharp contrast to the burning between my legs. My nipples felt hard enough to poke holes in the glass.

"God, you're so tight. I could fuck you for days."

I had nothing to say. Nothing at all.

"And your ass, oh god, I could stare at your beautiful ass forever."

My skin began to slide across the window, making little squeaks and squeals in counterpoint time to the feet of the chair scraping on the kitchen floor.

"I've wanted you, been thinking of you all this time, ever since I caught you watching me."

His tempo increased. His fingers found their way back to my clit. My pussy clenched and unclenched the shaft of his cock of its own accord. I was close to the edge of madness.

"Tell me you want me."

My only answer was a scream as my orgasm ripped through me, every muscle straining, my whole world contracted to a single point between my legs. I could feel his cock begin to swell and twitch as his hot come erupted inside me, his iron grip locked my hips against his as he emptied himself, in wave after wave, inside my still quivering pussy.

Spent and sore, we rested there for long, slow moments until I pushed myself away from the window on aching arms and arched my back against him. His lips caressed my neck even as his cock twitched its final spasms inside me. His hands, still roaming my body, found my nipples. It was then I remembered Joel as my lover whispered into my ear.

"There's something I have to tell you."