Chapter 46: Chapter 46

KRISTIN

Edith's place was in a greater mess than I envisaged.

When she said her house was raided, I was expecting the normal things, little did I know that the entire place was ransacked and looted.

All her couches were slit open (They probably thought she hid valuables there).

Her room was no different.

"This is bad," I stated for the umpteenth time since I got here. "What the fuck were they looking for?"

Edith, who was covered by a black woolly robe that displayed an outline of her nipples, shrugged. "Money, I guess. My place wasn't the only unfortunate place. Some of my neighbours received the same—even worse."

That bit of information put me at ease because I was initially thinking that she was being targeted.

"The police need to find these people. They really do."

"Well, that won't put the place in order." Edith smiled and caressed her wet hair. She had just exited the shower when I arrived and she still smelled fresh. "I will be the one to go through the stress. Well, it's fine... I'm fine."

"You didn't tell me it was this serious," I lamented.

"Kristin, relax..." She walked up to me and cupped my face. "I am fine. It's not that serious, you know." She must have seen my raised brows because she looked at the floor and chuckled, "Fine, it's serious, but not to the point of getting worked up."

"I just hope you're okay," I murmured after reaching forward to tuck a wet strand behind her ear.

"Trust me, I'm fine." Her fresh-from-the-shower scent came when she wrapped her arms around my shoulder and pushed me close. "Did June call?"

"No. She is with her boyfriend as we speak." The bastard... I shook off the thought. I need to let them be. "I decided to let them be."

"Just as you should," Edith smiled and leaned closer so our lips were just inches apart. "Let her have her fun just as you will have yours."

"Just as I will have mine? What do you mean?"

She joined our lips in a tight lock. In the middle of the mess in her room, we went for each other's tongues at the same time. The bed was just on the other side of the room.

I calculated the distance between where we stood and the position of the bed. It seemed like miles away. I didn't want to break from her lips, so I started to slowly push her back, directing our journey to the bed.

She moaned into my mouth; I grunted into hers.

Thank goodness the robbers didn't touch the bed...

I undid the knot of the robe and let it fall to her feet. She wore absolutely nothing underneath. Little wonder why her nipples had been on display since I arrived.

Edith looked down. Her long blonde hair was almost a curtain over her beautiful face. We stayed in silence for a while until I spoke, the sound of a truck's horn blaring from the distance, "You're beautiful, Edith. Anyone ever told you that?"

She took in a big gulp of air, "Thank you," she barely whispered. I looked around the mess in the room to keep myself from staring at her while fantasizing about pinning her against the slit couch in the living room and fucking her brains out.

She got on all fours on the bed, facing me. My breath coming out ragged, I kicked off my trousers and shirt. By the time I struggled through getting off my underwear, Edith had crawled to the edge of the bed and was eagerly waiting for me.

I grabbed my dick in one hand and her head in the other.

"You're going to suck my dick." It wasn't a question. It was more of an announcement, one that I doubted she would object to.

"Don't you want me to?" She looked up, smiling seductively, and hungrily licked her lips. "I will make you feel good, Kristin."

That I know...

Her lips...it's all about her lips. Succulent, full, firm, soft as a peach that is ripe and lush, wet from her frequent tongue swipes; they are about to wrap firmly around my throbbing cock...eager to suck forth my juices that lie waiting in a well deep within...

It's all about those lips...not her eyes, not her hair, not even the smile that is formed by her lips...it is not the mischief or the laughter that flows forth from those lips, that wonderfully seductive tongue. It is all about sensation. The caressing of her tongue slathering my cock with the warm moistness of her mouth.

All I want is to feel with my cock, to close my eyes to the world, shutting out all other stimuli save for touch... to feel from every cell in my cock, every nerve, every fibre of sinew and muscle and skin shaped into the thick shaft that her lips are about to wrap around.

The symbol of my manhood is trembling and poised to revel in the touch of her mouth.

My cock is full...thick....heavy. As I stand before her, her mouth mere inches from the head of my shaft, a smile plays the corner of my lips. I feel the warmth of her breath rush across the head of my cock like a heated column of air rising from a campfire to cut through the chilly air.

Her lips, mere inches from the long, firm, hardened shape of my dick, slowly advanced...to taste, to feel, to caress...

At the first brush of her lips, just a light swipe from the bottom to the top of the tip, I felt the strong muscles deep within the core of my cock tense and constrict, causing my dick to rise slightly at her touch, full of the anticipation of feeling her seductively wet tongue glide up and down my shaft.

"Fuck..." I grabbed the back of her head. A little sexual charge coursed up my spine at the first wetness of her lips, a spine-tingling jolt of electricity making my limbs tremble. "Fuck, Edith, that feels so good." I closed my eyes at her moans.

My eyes closed, and my senses were at full attention when her lips, pressed together, move forward to rest against the tip of my cock. Pausing for a moment, I felt her lips pressed tight and the tenseness of her soft skin against the tip. Slowly...ever so slowly, her lips opened as she pushed her head forward.

I feel that it is the shape of my cock that is forcing her lips into a perfect "O," as it drags wetly down the length of my shaft. I feel every single inch of my cock becoming wet as it disappears deep within her mouth like a snake slithering down into a hole in the earth.

My muscles tensed. I opened my eyes to the beautiful view of Edith on all fours, her nipples pointing to the sheets and her tongue slurping my cock like a cat to a bowl of milk.

"You're so good at this," I grunted and forced her head down, watching her gag and pull back to catch her breath.

Chest heaving, she pulled away and laid on her back.

I stroked my saliva-glistening cock and fell to the bed on my knees.

Edith backed away and spread her legs.

Her bud, ready and swollen in anticipation, beckoned to me. I licked my lips greedily and crawled closer.

"Your pussy looks ready for me."

"It's always ready for you," she whispered and stretched her legs wider. Her pussy lips were spread by her finger as she inserted a finger in, her eyes rolling into the back of her head in pleasure.

Fuck, I need to be in there!