Part 33
I drove north through the afternoon rain in my new red 911 and drowned Lazaro with my background noise playlist.
The music, the revving of the engine and the heated pictures had me climbing walls.
Anais lives in Davie, the drive was a forty-five minute prelude to a feast.
As usual I got confused with her address and parked on the wrong block. Maybe it was my horniness that blocked the numerical sequence from my mind.
I thought all brown doors in this complex had thirsty lips waiting on the other side for me to knock.
She was used to my unaware state of mind and loved my awareness of her.
Knocking on her door and slipping into the rabbits hole as Sadee seduced the air, no words exchanged. Our greetings were always mouth to mouth.
Coffee waiting on the counter spiked with Tito's minus the cream.
Sadee the only voice being heard, in silence I took a sip of coffee and stripped her naked.
Admiring prey before the vanquish is the epitome of a hunter and her neck was thirsting for me.
Seeing her bare, seeing her how she couldn't see herself, engorged me.
Kicking my loafers off and placing them with deliberate patience under the cream kitchen counter, as she exhibited her vulnerability, made me erect from head to toe.
Ted Baker belt off, and Calvins draped on her dining room table, shirt flung as claim to the territory before me, I tugged on her scarlet and exposed her freckles as I readied for the ride.
Made myself aware to her flesh as I sunk my lips on the the nape of her neck.
Her hesitant breathing was a welcome salvo to my stab of her constitution and so I penetrated her flesh.
Crouching and grabbing on to the ball of her hips with intentions of shattering it, I thrust into her every desire I've inherited. I steered this steer at her, and the kitchen counter held.
Standing straight as the stabbing continued, her feet now hovered six inches from the ground. Muffled screams escaped her as she bit into my fingers.
To be continued.
