Simone stiffened. "What do you mean you love me? And why won't you tell me who you are?" She twisted her face up to see him, but the man moved faster, grasping her chin and turning her face away.
"Hey, hey. Now I mean no harm, Mione, but you can't be looking at me. Not right now, anyways." His tone was soft, yet stern.
Simone hands fisted and unfisted nervously. She knew she ought to protest, but the warmth of his hand on her face felt so soothing. So too did the feel of his large body enveloping her.
How did he even get in? Had he broken in while she was at school? But no, her lock showed no sign of damage. Did he acquire a replica of her key from the landlord? But that wouldn't have happened without her being informed of it.
I guess I shouldn't have turned off my phone. But why did he come back here? He could have easily shown up at the school or even as I was walking home.
The feel of his hot breath on her skin pulled her out of her thoughts. "Can you set me on my feet please?"
"Alright," he conceded, lowering her even as his arms stayed firmly wrapped around her. "But I'm not letting you go." He breathed in the smell of her hair once more, pressing soft kisses to her head and neck. "So tell me, why did you ignore my messages? Your landlord tried to get a hold of you as well. I had to sweet talk her into letting me in."
Simone took a deep breath. "Again, tell me who you are and what you meant by you love me?"
"Exactly what it means, Mione. I don't know how much of last night you remember but I meant what I said. You are mine."
Simone gasped when she felt his teeth on her neck, followed by the stroke of his tongue. One of his hands slid lower, pressing her butt into his groin. He let out a groan. "You drive me wild. We're not even naked, yet the feel and smell of you is..."
"Is what?" Simone breathed, her voice no more than a whisper. She opened her eyes when she realized that she had closed them. She could feel his bulge pressed into her ass cheeks. "Why can't you tell me who you are?"
"There is a time for everything, my love. I want to make sure I do things right." He stroked her lips with his thumb.
"What would happen if I saw you?" Simone asked, gently licking his thumb.
The man groaned. "Hey, don't do that. You don't wish to start another fire do you?"
His hands slipped under her blouse and cupped her breasts over her bra. "I came here to talk to you about your carelessness last night. What were you thinking getting so drunk? Letting a complete stranger take you into his car, enter your home, even fuck you while you were barely conscious. You're lucky that it was me who came to you. Lucky that I'd been keeping my eye on you all day."
Simone tried to think through the haze of lust clouding her mind. A task made even harder when he unclasped her bra and gently kneaded her mounds, his thumbs moving in circles on her sensitive nipples.
"I...I think that should be my question to you, stranger. Why would you do that with me knowing I was completely out of it?" Her head fell back against his chest and she smelled more of his intoxicating perfume. "And why are you groping me now? Creepmmm."
The man chuckled at her words. "Well, that's true. Guilty as charged. I wasn't planning on doing that. I only wanted to make sure you got home safely. Then I feared you may vomit and choke on it. Then you spoke and your voice sounded so hoarse so I got you a glass of water. Then I put you in your bed and saw how sore and red your feet looked. I told myself I would leave after I massaged your feet for a bit." He sighed and for a moment he sagged against her. The hands on her breasts halted as well.
Simone turned her head slightly and waited for him to speak. It sounded like he was encroaching on something important. "Go on. I need to know more. I gave you my virginity. Maybe in this day and age it's not seen as a big thing, but to me it was very important. If you're unwilling to tell me who you are at this very moment then you have to give me assurances of some kind. I need to know I'm not going to get hurt."
"I'm sorry." The apology was mumbled against her shoulder. "I would never hurt you. Never intentionally, anyways. And I apologize for what I did last night. I should not have gotten carried away like that. Regardless of my intentions."
Simone raised her hand and placed it over his, where it rested beneath her blouse atop her breast. "It's alright. It was mutual. I may not have invited it, but I did not not enjoy it. But I was a bit spooked when I woke up this morning and saw my body in the mirror. For a brief moment I couldn't remember anything and felt so much panic and shame. But as my memories came back I recalled now caring you had been. It didn't feel like a drunken fuck, it felt like I had been made love to." She let out a breathless laugh. "I mean you said as much with each kiss you pressed into my skin."
The man kissed her temple and pressed the side of his face against hers, even as his hand slipped over her eyes. Simone willingly closed them. She knew it was preposterous abiding by this ridiculous condition, but she liked having him here. She enjoyed the way he held her and the strange comfort his deep voice brought her.
She wanted to keep him with her longer.
"I'm glad it was mutual. I had hoped to court you slowly like a true gentle man. At most, maybe a kiss on the cheek but once I felt your calves, I knew I had to have you. My desire came so strong and so hot, it felt like I might faint if I did not enter your sweet heat."
Simone shuddered at the feel of his large, warm hand caressing her stomach. Then he gripped her belly fat and she felt some of her desire wane. She tried to pull his hand off. "Don't. Don't touch my fat like that."
He only held tighter. "There's nothing wrong with it. It's normal."
Simone signed. "It's not normal for me. Or rather, it wasn't. I used to be very fit. Now I've let myself go."
"No, you haven't. Your body is perfect. Your breasts fit perfectly in my hands. Your pussy was a perfect fit. Your curves fit perfectly against me. Your ass fits perfectly in my hands. You are my exact match, Mione. I wouldn't wish for some scrawny woman with no meat on her bones."
Simone flushed even as her heart stirred. "Well, thank you for the flattery."
He held her firmly. "It isn't mere flattery. I meant every word. I would not have been so driven by passion if I did not love what I saw, felt and tasted."
Simone lashes fluttered a bit from behind where his hand still covered her eyes when she felt his warm lips press a kiss to lips. "Mione, I need you. I need to be inside you again. Can I? Can you keep your eyes closed? Please. I will eventually tell you who I am but for now, can you let me in without looking?"
Simone didn't know how to respond. She wanted him too and it wasn't just a physical desire. Hearing him praise her body and saying he needed her was like a balm to her aching self-esteem. In this moment, she felt like she needed him too.
"Yes," she whispered. "I'll keep my eyes closed."
The man smiled as he lowered his hand from her eyes. Tilting her face back, he watched the curious ray of emotions that flitted across her beautiful face. Pressing another kiss to her lips, he pulled down the zipper of her pencil skirt. "Tell me, Mione, how do you want this done? Do you wish to go to your bed or...can I bend you over this couch and rail you from behind?"
Simone felt wetness pool between her legs at his rough words. Her pussy began to throb as her entire body trembled from the force of her desire. She burned for him.
"The second one," she panted. "Give me the second one and...kiss me all night long. Stay with me and fuck me and kiss me until I fall asleep. Can you do that for me?"
The man chuckled as he walked her forward and guided her to the her couch, placing her hands on the backrest.
"I can do that and so much more for you, Mione."
Simone trembled, keeping her eyes closed as he stripped her of her skirt, stockings and underwear. She registered the brief bite he gave her butt, before spreading her legs and sliding his cock up into her.
Her cry of surprised pleasure mixed in with his deep groan.
"Ah, so perfect. Just like last night." He traced her jawline with his tongue. "Keep those eyes closed, Mione."
"I will," Simone breathed, feeling a vein in his cock fluttering against her inner wall with every passing second. She felt as though she would melt into a puddle of goo from the penetration alone. She had never been more turned on.
The man placed a hand on her back, pushing her down until she was bent over with her cheek resting on the backseat. Then he grasped her hips fully, proceeding to stroke into her at a measured pace. With each glide, her sheath only grew more dewy.
Simone moaned as her lower body felt a delicious stirring. She could hear his harsh breathing behind her, mixed in with some profanities. She stood on her toes and arched her back to better feel his thrusts when he suddenly started slamming into her, the squelching sounds replaced by loud, wet smacks.
Simone's eyes snapped open from the sudden intensity. Her moans turned into yelps as she tried to keep up with his brutal claiming.
"Oh fuck! I'm sorry, Mione, but I can't be gentle right now. I tried to pace myself..." One of his hands snaked around to find her clit. "I'll make you feel good, I promise."
Simone threw her head back from the overwhelming sensation. "Who said I wanted it gentle? You promised to rail me, so do it!" She was surprised she could even speak from how much her body was bouncing.
"Oh, yes! Fuck!" Simone clenched her teeth as she felt herself taken to her peak. She was moaning so loudly she was sure the neighbors heard her.
She didn't care.
Finally, it happened. And they reached it together. She screamed as she bit down into the couch seat as she came harder than ever before. Her release felt like a flood. The stranger withdrew his length and ejaculated all over her ass. She could feel both their fluids running down her inner thigh.
It took a minute for both of them to come down from their high. The stranger had placed one hand against the backrest as he covered Simone's back. He still held her tightly, resting his head on top of hers as he breathed into her ear.
He sounds as wrung out as I am, she mused.
Simone gasped when she felt him slide his cock back inside her. Her inner walls fluttered around him and she was surprised to find that he was hard again. She felt a gentle bite on her ear before he kissed her. With each stroke of his tongue she felt her desire rekindle.
In the next second he began to grind his hips in slow circles, causing her to squirm.
She was so sensitive she wanted to push him away, but at the same time a much larger part of herself wanted more from him.
She had a feeling her heart was the one making the latter decision.
She was in love, she realized. Physical intimacy was emotional intimacy. She wanted him and the way he could make her feel, with her, for the rest of her life. The brief flicker of alarm she felt over how completely she was claimed by him did not last long as he began kneading her breasts once more.
They made love until she fell asleep. He had alternated between rough pounding and gentle glides until she felt worn to the bone. And though they had tried different positions, he made sure to stay behind her the entire time and had diligently covered her eyes each time her pleasure crested.
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It was dark outside. The digital clock on the nightstand read 6pm. They had done it for 2 hours straight, occasionally taking breaks to catch their breaths, talk and share a glass of water.
Her hunger had matched his, the stranger noted with masculine pride.
He looked at Simone's sleeping form. She looked as every bit as deliciously sated as he felt.
He had bathed her, dressed her in her pajamas and put her to bed. It had been hard to pull his hands off her succulent body long enough to shower and redress himself, but he had an obligation that he couldn't avoid.
Kneeling down, he reached out and touched her cheek. Her swollen lips and hickey laden neck caused his pride to swell. Leaning over, he pressed another lingering kiss to her lips before relectantly pulling back.
"I love you, Mione. Sweet dreams, I hope."
His eyes stayed on her sleeping form as he backed out of her bedroom, silently closing the door behind him.