As Nathan stumbled through the door, exhausted from a long day at work, he couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his loins. It had been happening more frequently lately, ever since he moved into this old house. He tried to ignore it, blaming the uneasy feeling to the stress of the move, but tonight, as he dropped his keys on the counter, he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone - or something - was watching him.
Walking into his bedroom, his heart raced as he felt a presence behind him; as he turned around, there she was, a woman in a sheer white gown. She was standing in the doorway of his bedroom; her long, flowing gown displayed the shapes of her body, which was teasingly visible within it, her hair wild and tangled around her face. His breath caught in his throat as she slowly pushed off the straps of her dress, revealing more and more of her pale, perfect skin.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away as she slipped out of her dress, leaving her completely naked and glowing in the dim light. Falling back onto the bed in shock, his eyes transfixed on her. She walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively before she climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist. Pulling open his trousers as she freed his length. Her skin felt cool and smooth against his body. He couldn’t believe this was happening. As she leant forward, her lips brushed against his ear, he could feel her heat, her desire, her need.
"Take me," she whispered, her voice like silk on his skin. "Take me, Nathan."
He reached up, tangling his fingers in her hair, pulling her towards him. Their lips met in a hungry, passionate kiss, and he felt her wetness against his thigh. He groaned into her mouth; his body ached for her touch.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, running his hands over her perfect body.
He could feel her folds encase his shaft as it filled her, thrusting her hips as she moved rhythmically, grinding her body hard as he enjoyed her riding him. She broke away from their kiss, looking into his eyes with pure desire.
"Make me come," she whispered.
And with that, she began vigorously pumping onto him as she arched her back, her nails dug into his shoulders as she came, her body shuddering in his arms. He felt her warmth, her wetness, her essence, as he felt himself start to release, but she was gone almost as soon as he began to come, leaving him gushing all over himself. He was left panting, trying to catch his breath, left wondering: who was she? His body felt drained, as though she had sucked his energy from his body, leaving him desiring her, needing her to satisfy him, and finish properly what she had started.
Every night for the next week, he was woken by the sound of her movements in his room; sometimes, she would be naked before him, not letting him touch; she just let him watch as she moved naked around his room, teasing him with her body. He found himself wanting her; he had tried to resist the urge to ignore the ache in his loins when she was around. But it was impossible. Her presence was like an addiction, one that he couldn’t seem to shake. Now, he had been tempted; he was hooked.
He longed to get home after work to see if that night she would indulge him once more, let him take her and fill her with his seed. Though he waited in vain, each night she came, teased him with her body as she lured him to touch her, but remained just a little too far for him, and she would leave, knowing the hardness she had left him with. His desire and longing for her became so strong she could see he was getting frustrated, yet still she teased.
The following night, he was led awake restless as he listened to her movements in his room, resisting her advances as she crawled onto the bed; she knelt at the edge, touching herself. She moved slowly, methodically, as if she was waiting for something. He could feel the anticipation building inside him, his heart raced in his chest. She began thrashing her body into her fingers as her excitement rose, her hair disheveled as she pushed her hands through it. Her naked body glistened before him; she was spread, showing him how wet she was, her excitement dripping as she rubbed her hands back down herself.
He could barely contain his excitement as he felt his dick harden within his boxers. Locking eyes with her, she crawled over to him, her body slick and cool as she pulled the blanket from his body. Pulling down his boxers, she straddled his hips. Her breath came in quick gasps as she looked down at him, her eyes dark and intense. Her hands held his shaft as she remained hovering over him, her damp folds just teasing his end.
"Take me," she whispered, her voice a husky moan. "Take me, Nathan, it’s time."
Taking hold of her hips, he pushed himself within her, thrusting hard as he reached up, pulling her down so he buried himself to the hilt; her body welcomed him as she leaned forward, meeting his thrusts. Their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss that left them both breathless. He could feel her desire, her need for him, and it only made him want her more. As she ground against him, her hips moved in a sensual rhythm; she was so wild and uninhibited. He had never felt such a powerful connection with anyone before.
As he pounded into her, he lifted his hips; he could feel her tight pussy clench over his shaft, his balls slapped against her as she slammed her bottom against him, his end bashed her inner walls as he had grown so hard and thick, his excitement so fierce as he lost himself within the moment. Enjoying each minute of her pleasuring him, grasping her breasts as he lifted into her, he pulled her nipples and squeezed them. He closed his eyes as he felt her climax around him; her body shuddered with pleasure.
He held her tight, feeling her warmth, her wetness, her essence flowing through him. For that brief moment, she was his; she felt so good; he was about to come. Just then, as he prepared to unleash, she was gone. He came hard over himself, which left him breathless and unable to move as it was so fierce. His heart pounded in his chest as he thought about the woman who was doing this. She was so bad leaving him at the height of his release, as if she knew it would leave him annoyed, yet with the yearning for her to return.
It was still dark outside; he glanced at the clock; it was nearly 3 am. He could still feel her presence within his room, it was then she reappeared at the foot of his bed, her head bowed, her body swaying slightly. He watched her, transfixed, as she undulated like a seductive dancer; her body glistened with sweat, and he could see the firm peaks of her breasts with her nipples pointing erotically forward. Desire to take her filled his thoughts once more; she lifted her head as her eyes met his in the darkness.
He moved from his bed, standing next to it; her eyes had a depth of emotion there that he had never seen before, a mixture of desire and sadness that made his heartache. She took a step forward and then another until she was standing directly in front of him. Her fingers trailed lightly down his chest, teasing him; she cupped his face in her hands and pulled him close. Their lips met in a tender, passionate kiss that seemed to last for an eternity. He felt her hands move to his shoulders; he shivered with anticipation as she ran her hands over him, feeling the softness of her touch, the chill of her breath against his skin. She trailed her fingers lower, down to his penis, which was twitching before her.