She had been awake for a while. The constant tossing and turning throughout that stormy night had eventually won the battle against her hopeless attempts to find sleep. So there she was. Silk sheets wrapped around her bare curves as she lay in bed, staring at the rain through the window. It was the only thing that kept her mind off of the feeling of being alone... which seemed to creep into her conscience more often as of late. She should have been use to it by now. She had lived independently, in her own apartment, since the beginning of her freshman year without any worries. When she wanted to have fun, she would go out and find it and when she wanted peace, this is where she would be. She actually enjoyed her solitude. So what was it? Something was keeping her up-
That's when it happened again. In the beginning, it was almost unnoticed...something strange that she didn't recognize. There would be a slight throb and then nothing. At first she had dismissed it, believing it was some sort of reaction to the way her body rubbed against the sheets. But then it became more intense as the nights passed. The more she ignored it the more it would occur. The slight throb soon progressed into a radiation of heat between her thighs...as if it had grown a pulse and wanted to be recognized.
Her hand twitched. Instinctively reaching to acknowledge her frustration but she wouldn't allow it. She knew better. She had been cautioned against such things. One moment of weakness turning into a morning of shame. What was she, desperate? Of course she was not. Besides, the embarrassment she was sure to receive because of it wasn't worth the satisfaction. Then there it was again. This time she could feel a release of something...sticky? She crossed her legs and drew them to her chest. Was this really happening? She closed her eyes tightly, willing herself to breathe and concentrate...on something else...on anything else.
But then she saw him, the prowler of her fantasies. He wasn't unfamiliar to her. She had seen him many times on campus and around the complex. If she wasn't mistaken he lived just a floor above her. Though they were virtually strangers in person, he often invaded her thoughts during the...episodes. Usually she could avoid him but this time was proving to be difficult.
He stood at the foot of her bed, dressed only in a pair of loose sweat pants that played peek-a-boo with the V of his stomach. He tilted his head slowly, exploring her body with his dark and lustful eyes. She felt her muscles grow tense as he licked his pink lips, his tongue nearly seducing her on its own. She watched him closely, unsure yet anxious for what was about to happen.
Without a word between them, her tempter made his way forward. She felt her breaths become short as the muscles in his brow furrowed...the look on his face nothing short of resolve. She was the lamb and he the lion that night.
He knelt at the end of the bed, and then with firm deliberate hands he pulled her body towards him by her calves. His thick full dreads pooled around his shoulders. The silken sheets once preserving her bare curves slithered to the floor, leaving her exposed in his presence. At first she was withdrawn, embarrassed by the hardness of her delicate nipples and the heat radiating from below her hips. Yet, as he began to kiss a trail up the length of her inner thigh, her head drew back and she welcomed him. With each kiss she felt her wetness increase and her body ache. She wanted him to hurry...to get it over with but she knew that wasn't how things would go. He was taking his time with her and she would have to endure.
His first flick of the tongue against her heat was a tease and she couldn't stop her hips from moving forward in search of him. He pulled back, smirking at the reaction then returned to his position. In on swift movement he wrapped his arms around her thighs and thrust his tongue inside of her. She gasped. Her fingers gripped the mattress as he swirled his tongue against her walls, sucking and licking all of the juices that her body let go. Her legs trembled and he propped them around his neck. A moan escaped her lips and she bit them in pleasure as he increased in speed with each thrust of his long tongue. Tension began to build in her hips as she rotated them in small circles. Her body jerked forward, ecstasy rising. Her mind raced as the lion devoured his prey. His appetite was nothing she could've prepared for. Her moment was approaching. He sensed her anticipation and dove deeper. She moaned once more, the pleasure engulfing her body grew as her heart beat faster. She arched her back to withdraw but he wouldn't let her go. He wanted her to take it and she wouldn't have a choice. And then she screamed. Suddenly, her body released and the pressure she'd felt rising inside of her dwindled with each shudder and staggered breath.
