This is daylight. It's a spotlight on my head, even if there is no audience to see. I lurk behind the big tree, where I usually watch Zia through her window. I can sneak into her bedroom's window. First of all, I need to get through the gardeners, and I notice her maid from the kitchen window. Bella or something, but I can't remember her name. I have to get to her room before her, which means I will be there in ten minutes. I look down at my watch, and there's no time to rethink my quick plan. As I look at the two gardeners who cut the tip of the bush, which there's nothing to trim anymore, they start to turn away from me. I quickly run with the tip of my toes to the behind-the-wall curve. I shift my face to look inside the kitchen, and the maid stops right where I land. Fuck.
I quickly hide my face, turn around, and look up at Zia's window, where I usually see her reading a book, combing her beautiful hair, and giving me a middle finger. I can't help myself to smile. Then, I grab the vine and climb, hanging on the brick and the vines, jumping with the tip of my feet, and swing myself up easily to the edge of the window. I'm about to picklock, but it moves slightly while my left hand is against the glass.
What?
Of course,
I open the window by pulling it toward me. That motherfucker got inside her room first before she even noticed.
Finally, I get inside and look around at the mess that happened; the bed is a mess, and the shape of a body is on the the mattress.
Hmpt,
I look at the carpet and the falling basket, and her clothes are lying all over. I see the box, my gift. She still has it, but it feels like someone took them out.
Hmpt,
So that fucker pushed her down on the bed and tangled her on her neck and wrist. She kicked that fuckhead's balls, and he fell down on the floor, hit the basket, and she ran out. I pictured the situation that might happen here. I squat down and try to see something—something. Then my eyes spot on something in silver under the cloth. I pick it out and observe the shape and the signature that shines on my face. It's a mother fucker's pocket knife.
Gotcha—Thickhead.
Nicely done, My Zia.
Then, I quickly take her laptop, her phone and her—essential stuff. She might need her panties as well. I go back to the walking closet and take out her several panties, which are pretty thin and fcking sexy as hell. I know where they are since I came here to watch her sleep. Then, my eyes also spot something similar. It's my fucking jacket. She's hanging it like it's a damn totem.
Hmpt, hahaha. Damn, man, I love her.
That's pretty quiet.
What is she doing? Sleeping? I put everything on the table downstairs and get to the second floor. I open my bedroom door and see no one in the room.
Fuck, is she sneaking out again?
No.
I turn to see my closet that is open wide—SHIT!
I slowly get inside my secret security room. I see her looking at the monitor and then back to the box that keeps her stuff.
"Ha—" She gasps, turning around to see me with a pale face.
She looks scared.
I walk to her slowly, but she doesn't back down. She holds her stockings—that I stole. She looks at me with bright blue eyes, which are a little green inside because of the monitors.
"You were watching?" She asks, but I say nothing. I approach her closer and block her view in front of her eyes with my body. She breathes on my chest. "All this time you were watching?" She asks again.
I lightly touch her right arm and caress her gently. "Yes," I say lightly, and I move my hand to touch her neck and soft jaw, bringing her face up to look at me.
"So you know—that I—" Her voice is shaking,
I move my face down to hers and use my nose to touch hers. "That you are also obsessed with me—Zia?" I say.
"Ha…" She gasps a little.
I slowly pull her stocking out of her hand, and her hidden eyes turn to look at me perfectly.
"You ran to my house these past years," I say, and I purse my lips to touch her lips, ready to feel her breath inside my mouth. "Or you just ran to me," I say.
"Ha…" Her warm breath is right inside.
Then, I grab her neck and kiss her.
Kiss her harder and harder. I would eat her alive if I could. Her sweet and soft tongue, I suck and eat it all. My arm touches her breast through the towel that is about to fall down.
"Ha…Stop…" She tries to pull her lips and grab her towel to secure her naked body that is screaming for me.
"Don't you want me?" I ask boldly.
Her eyes change, drowsy and confused, and her eyes shift to my lips, and then I know. I already know that she wants me so bad, but does it as much as I want her? She's still scared to say it out loud, but more than that, she's scared to let desire conquer her.
I kiss her again, pull her in, and kiss her until her grip loses and opens to me. I move my lips to her chin and her neck, lick all over, and kiss all over her scent. I move down on her collarbones and her boobs.
"Ha…" she cries a little. My hands are all over her back and her tiny waist as I kneel before her. "Ha…What are you doing?" She's stunned and looks at me. I gaze at her as I pull the towel away from my face, and then it exposes her beautiful part to me. I can't take my eyes off it then, but I kiss gently on her part. "Stop—Zygmunt," She calls me with a little air mix with my name. She doesn't know how sexy that is. "I'm on my…" I don't let her finish the sentence, so I kiss her soft pussy with my whole tongue, touching her entrance that close. "Ah…" She cries.
I don't care, and I think it's best so she will know how much I want her.
"Haah—" I breathe the warm air from my nose rinse on her soft belly, and I bet she can feel the warmth on her part from my mouth. I look at her, "You're very sensitive." I say, and she glares at me right in my eyes. "Fuck, Zia—huh," I gasp and grab both her hips against my face.
"You're fucking crazy—haa," She says with her raspy sweetest voice.
Her water runs slowly but all over her pussy, and I'm sure her blood is in it. I stop kissing her entrance and put the tip of my tongue inside. She flinches and cries a little, and then I slide my whole tongue inside,
SHE HAS TO KNOW—SHE NEEDS TO KNOW.
I devour her. I eat her; only my teeth do not fully bite into her delicate part. I feel the softness, smooth touch against my tongue, so fragile that I want to nourish and possess at the same time. Her right grip grabs the chunk of my hair, trying to pull my head away from her sacred body, but her left hand grabs the edge of the table so hard, telling me she loves to feel my mouth on her even though her pussy is pulling my tongue in for her.
She'll see this is how she must feel when a man devotes to her, not like fuck boys that pretend to be a man to provide some little pleasure.
"Ha…ahh, Zygmunt…" She grabs my head with both her hands this time.
I glance at her, the sparkling bluest eyes. Don't you there push me away? I will make her hands pull me in, pull my fucking face right in.
I taste her sweet blood; everything is wet all over my mouth, and it runs down to my chin.
"Ha—Zia…" I call her name, "You still want to deny it." I say, and she bites her lower lip while looking at me like she wants to kill me or—
"Zygmunt…" She calls my name with a little shaking voice; I pull out my lips and look up at her.
Perhaps I am also the boy, the boy who asks for her, craves for her, and I'm not different from them. Then, she touches my skull through my hair and runs her fingers down to my lips.
She bites her lips again.
I can't hold it anymore. My cock is right straight back at her; her taste forces something in my veins, rushing my nerve and my hormones, running wild like a fucking dog.
Then, she wipes her water on my lips, "Zygmunt—ha—I," She's struggling.
While looking at her facial expression, I slowly put my nose on her part, sniffing her scent, the floral, the fucking aroma rose. How funny that my liquid soap doesn't cover her scent at all. I purse my lips, take out my tongue once again, eat her pussy properly, and adequately feel all her senses like a real man who can do anything for his woman, for my Letizia.
And she finally surrenders,
She grabs my jaws back to my ears and fucking push my face right to where it belongs.
Fuck. Now, I can feel her favorite scent. She loves Peony—the scent I always want to feel. I've never thought how Peony is so sensual like this.
FUCK.
I love it.
"Ahh…" She moans. I grab her thighs and lift them up on my shoulders, "Ahhh—haa," She moans and cries even more. Her legs are shaking, but I can't take her to bed because I definitely gonna do more than just eat her pussy. Not yet; she's still a minor, for god sake. "Ahh—ahh," She doesn't stop crying. It's her pleasure to let me know I am doing well. It makes me want to take out my cock, and put it right inside her soft pinkish-red hole. "Zygmunt…I…"
I caress both her thighs gently, move to the back of her rounded ass, and push her to me; then I focus on her, the most delicate spot she flinches and moans every time I play on that part. Suddenly, her voice is louder and softer as her body moves. She holds her towel on its life, but I still see her beautiful boobs peaking out of my sight.
Everything is amazingly alluring to me; even her blood is on the towel, and I'm glad to be the one who pleases and makes her feel safe to let her water run out like this. And I'm sure to be the last man on earth who can give her love and touch her the way she deserves.