Page 15 of Arseni
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ARSENI
Iwait until 3AM.
Margot’s bedroom light was on for hours, so long I wondered if she used it to sleep.Like she developed a fear of the dark since last night.It’s a silly fear considering I’m coming in regardless.
Creeping across the roof of her house, I stop outside her darkened bedroom window, cigarette dangling from my mouth and crowbar in hand.It’s been an hour and a half since she flipped the switch, so I’m crossing my fingers that she’s asleep.Not that it matters much.I just like the idea of surprising her.
Ash from my cigarette drifts to her roof as I wedge her bedroom window open with the crowbar.I half expect her alarm system to start blaring when it gives, but there’s only silence.
Once it’s fully opened, I toss the smoke and creep through the window, pushing the curtain aside.My feet cautiously plant on her bedroom carpet as I search her bed.
It’s dark, but in the light of the window, I can see her form bundled underneath the covers.I stand erect and roam my gaze around the room.I can’t make out much, but it smells the same.I forgot what her house smelled like until now.Buttery sweet like those candles she was always lighting.
I find one on her bedside table and pull out my lighter.She doesn’t stir as I ignite the flame and light the three wicks of the candle.
I just wanted to see clearer, but when it strikes me how romantic the low flickering flame sets the scene, I smile.
Is that why she keeps this here?For the sweet, gentle cock she takes?My mind drifts to the fifty-some-year-old she must be dating, if their text thread is any indication.I bet he’s arealchivalrous dude, fucking her nice and slow atop rose petals with Marvin Gaye playing in the background.He looks like a big enough pussy.
I pick up the pill bottle next to the candle and read the label that says to take one for sleep.There’s a glass of water half empty that makes me think she’s done exactly that.
Blood rushes to my cock, and I set the bottle down with a shaky breath, full of lust.
I walk to the side of the bed she’s facing and run my eyes over her sleeping form.She looks like an angel with hair she likes to wear up framing her almond face.A lock lays on her cheek, partially shielding her from me.I carefully sit on the bed and push the lock over her forehead.
Her parted lips don’t twitch.Her deep breaths don’t lose their rhythm.
She’sout.
Licking my bottom lip, I drag the comforter down her body, letting it bunch at her ankles.I watch carefully to see if she’ll stir, but she remains as still as a doll.A very sexy doll.
I unbutton my pants when my cock strains and drag my eyes down her body as I lower my zipper.Her hands are pulled up to her neck while she lays on her side, hiding her tits from me but giving me a great view of her milky thighs.The silk bottoms she wears hike up to her ass, even juicier looking in this position.I wonder what that ass would look like if it was up in the air, jiggling with every thrust of my hips.
I grab my cock through my boxers and squeeze, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.Despite my intentions to remain silent, a soft groan rumbles my chest.
Her memory comes back so clearly now that it feels strange I could go so long without thinking of her.I don’t think she was as hot to me back then.Attractive, of course, and I would’ve fucked her every opportunity she gave me.But I don’t remember my cock feeling so full, making me so weak.
I stood over her bed then just as I’m doing now, but back then, I wanted her to wake up.I wanted her to be uneasy.That was the entire purpose.As nice as fucking her would’ve been, I didn’t have the same appreciation for pussy as I have now.I was more turned on by control than I was by a sexy body, and her waking up back then to find me standing over her, the sharp gasp she’d take in when frightened, kept my cock rock solid through the night.
NowI’d prefer she stay asleep.
My fingertips lightly graze the soft skin of her leg as I trail my way up her thighs.I continue to her ass and splay my whole palm over one cheek, only allowing myself a light squeeze.She’s got to be nearing forty, but she’s as tight and perky as I remember.
Making a path from her ass, I run my fingers between her inner thighs and inhale sharply at the reminder of her pussy on my knife.I’d tasted it then to taunt her, but I couldn’t have predicted how much I’d enjoy it.How much I’d want to taste it now that I have her again.
I flex my hands before laying her on her back with as feathery a touch as I can manage, her arms moving to rest on either side of her.She shifts in her sleep, her face scrunching slightly, before stilling.
The sight of her cleavage spilling from the top moves me up her body until my lips are hovering above a nipple.I want this to last.I do.I know it’s only a matter of time before she wakes up, but I’m enjoying the vulnerability of her sleeping form so much that I try to resist pushing too hard too fast.
But I just can’t help it.
I flick my tongue against the silk top, feeling her budding nipple beneath.It hardens with each lick until it’s pronounced enough that I can take it in my mouth and suck it through the shirt, wetting the fabric.
When Margot stirs, I pull back, but then go to the other nipple, my patience waning.She lets out a soft moan as I suck, squeezing her other tit with an open palm she fills.Her hips wiggle, bringing my attention to her lower half.
I move down her body until my nose is between her legs.My eyes closed, I take a deep inhale and slowly part her thighs with a gentle grasp of her knees.I press my nose against her covered pussy while rubbing my cock.
