Questing4Aldonza
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The Visit
She cuts the engine and turns off the headlights, allowing the car to roll silently into his drive. Clad in a long black coat, she blends into the darkness, striding briskly up the walk. A steady, black-gloved hand unlocks the door and she quietly ducks inside and kicks off her shoes.
In the early-morning hour his house is completely silent and bathed in gloom. She moves like a ghost, steering unerringly towards his bedroom. The door isn’t closed all the way and she pushes it open just enough to slip past.
Before sloughing off her coat, she pauses to watch him. He’s curled up on his side - not the position she wants him in - arm thrown around a pillow. The sheets are tangled up around his legs, but they’ve fallen away from the upper part of his body, so she watches, fascinated, as his flank slowly rises and falls with each deep, shushing breath. She waits, her thighs rubbing together impatiently as she begins to contemplate positioning him herself, but just then he groans and languidly rolls over onto his back, arms spread out like bird preparing for flight.
She creeps towards the bed. This is the trickiest part and she tenses, preparing to just leap on him like a hungry cat if need be. He’s normally a sound sleeper, though and she’s run him ragged all day, just to be certain; sending him all over town on errands before insisting he go complete his daily workout routine as well. She could hear the exhaustion in his voice, a few hours previous, when he phoned her before calling it a night.
“Sleep tight, baby,” she had said, ruby lips curling into a knowing smile.
Her body trembles slightly from the tension as she carefully climbs up onto the mattress. She slinks across the jumbled sheets, eyes fixed upon his chest; still cresting and falling lazily with long, gentle sighs. She straddles him, her thighs shaking from the strain of holding herself just above his softly pitching form. The urge almost overwhelms her, to feel his flesh warm against hers, to feel his body pulse and surge with life beneath her, but by sheer force of willpower she holds herself up, for there is something else she desires even more.
She places the palm of her hand over his mouth, pinching his nostril shut with her fingers. His eyes snap open and his body rocks underneath hers. She at least lets herself drop, her weight sinking down heavily upon him in a suffocating embrace.
She can see the panic and confusion, vivid and visceral in his eyes... hear his muffled cry of surprise... feel his heart suddenly hammering away mere millimeters from the hot damps throbbing place between her legs.
She clamps her hand down tighter on his face and his back begins to arch up off the bed. She squeezes his ribs with her thighs and stares deeply into his frantic eyes.
“Hey, baby,” she whispers huskily. He can only whimper in reply.
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