Fourth of July

She entered as I slept.  Like a thief in the night, she stole into the familiar.  Soft footfalls the only disturbance in the serenity of this warm summer night.  She had come for something.  Something only I could give and she knew exactly where to find it.  Like a lioness stalking her prey, she moved through the living room.  A light nudge was all that it took for the bedroom door to open completely and the same was all it took to close it again.  No click of the lock… just silence…  Cloaked in moonlight, this extraordinary burglar found the foot of my bed.  Quiet and staring…
She made no sound.  There was nothing to foretell how long she had been there.  Even her breath was scarce more than a whisper of curtains.  Nevertheless, her presence oozed…  So maybe her sheer magnetism drew me awake.  It was the animal sense prior to mating.  There was no other description.  I was drawn to her.  Sleep faded from my eyes as her pants pooled at her feet.  Still struggling to focus, all I could do was squint against the darkness, at her skin that seemed aglow.  Her satin shirt parted giving way to a full view of her voluptuous mounds.  She was radiant.  She was seductive.  And I was wide-awake.

Her eyes never left mine.  Even as she began her crawl across the king size bed, she pinned me with her gaze.  There was a hunger there.  In those eyes that had become so familiar.  Then there was darkness.  My eyes closed as breath met breath and tongue met tongue.  She kissed me deep and hungry.  Hands gripped my hair and we collapsed.  The silence of the night was broken by moans.  Slow hands gave way to frenzied nails.  Her soft lips left trails of hard kisses against my breasts and belly.  A frantic mind wondered where my clothes were.  It was not for long though, as I was no longer capable of thought, only feelings.  And she felt good.

“Look at me” it was a command as her warm moist tongue found the hardened bud at the center of my womanhood.  Emotions roiled and I struggled to obey.  To see within her soul as she completely claimed mine.  She brought me to the brink in those siren eyes and held me there.  My nails tugged her hair as my back arced against the onslaught.  “Turn over.”  Another command I was not accustomed to.  I obeyed… unable to control the writhing motions my body was making.  I was not ready… it was unlike her.  A cry of pure passion erupted from me as she impaled me.  Driving deep to the center of my being…  Slow at first, deep… but as her passion built, so did her tempo.  She pounded into my pussy and I could feel the waves of pleasure pour down my legs.  Her fingers found my hair and pulled, as she knew I was close… my lips craved hers…sought the moans of her pleasure and my body quaked.  Yet she continued to the very last second.  There was no more silence….

The cry that rent the night air was a mixture of hers and mine in unison.  She gathered me in her arms… cocooned in the aftermath yet still ablaze inside.  As my eyes drifted closed, I heard faint sounds of fireworks in the distance…hmmm fourth of July.

My hands reached for the empty spot I knew would be there.  Struggling to sit upright, I smiled… the cat burglar…

She was gone again and somehow still managed to have my entire body on fire… tingling…like a firecracker.

©Daydreamer