Obsession

I’m not saying I’m abandoning NaNo yet, but my inspiration is still absent. I managed about 4,000 words on Saturday, but haven’t felt the same drive to write since then.  Really I think I’m expecting too much of myself (in a lot of areas of my life). I decided to share the first page from the story with the hope that rereading/revisiting it will inspire me… 

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Her hair fell like an inky wave around her face, begging for fingers to shift through the wet strands. A few drops of water tracked over her shoulders and disappeared into the edge of her towel, inviting eyes to wonder what lie beneath. Her tongue darted out to lick away a drop that clung to her lips, the gesture seductive in its total innocence.

God, she was stunning and totally unaware of the power she held.

He refined the sights on his binoculars, watching as she stepped from her bathroom into her bedroom.  Her habit of always leaving her shades parted allowed him an uninhibited view of her figure as she swept around her room. And what a view she provided. The white towel stopped at the tops of her thighs and barely covered the full mounds of her breasts.  His eyes traced over the delicious amount of tanned skin exposed as she crossed from her dresser to her bed.

“Yes,” he hissed out as the towel puddled around her feet.

His cock tightened painfully in his jeans as she exposed the line of her back and curvy ass to him.  Blood rushed in his ears as the sight of her bared to him fired the lust in his veins.  He shifted forward against the edge of the roof, letting one hand drop to the front of his pants to quickly release himself.

She bent forward to dry her legs and he groaned at the peek she gave him of her shaved pussy.  He remembered the first time he touched her and felt that smooth expanse of flesh.  His fingers itched now to slide into her wetness and bring her taste to his lips or to kneel between her parted thighs and sip from the source.  The way his body quivered warned him he wouldn’t last long if he continued along that train of thought.

“Come on, Katie.” His body throbbed, but he wouldn’t touch himself yet. Just the air on his skin teased him enough and he wanted to wait until the right time. “Turn around and show me those beautiful breasts again. That’s my favorite girl.”

Katie seemed to hear his whispered words and turn toward him.  Her big blackberry colored nipples poked forward as she smoothed lotion over herself.  Her delicate fingers smoothed along her curves until her skin glowed in the light. He wanted to taste every single place she touched twice until he knew her body like his own.

The moment her hands climbed up her long legs he allowed himself to wrap a fist around his shaft.  Clenching painfully tight, he watched her and pumped along his engorged length. His mind transposed the past and the present moment, her glorious nakedness with the heady sounds of her cries as he fucked her that first time.  Copious amounts of pre-come coated the head of his cock and on each ascent he smoothed it along his skin to ease the friction.

She’d been tight, gripping him so hard he didn’t think he’d last when he’d slid into her.  It was her warmth that made him hold on because he couldn’t get enough of her heat.  He replayed the pivotal moment in his life. It was a movie reel in his head, one he revisited often enough when he wanted to feel close to her.

The scent of her that night came back to him.  The sweet scent of cherries lingered on her skin as he’d tasted that spot behind her ears.  It was a scent that overpowered the foul stench in the air. She’d offered so little resistance and so much comfort he’d been lost. He remembered her final cry as he drove deep inside her, claiming her as his own. The thought had him spurting across the roof with a strangled grunt.

His eyes closed as ecstasy washed over him. The memories prolonged his orgasm, pulling seemingly endless ropes of cum from him until he felt like he’d emptied himself of everything he had on to the dirty shingles.  Just so damn good, every time he experienced her was better than the last.

The lights were out in her room when he finally opened his eyes.  Satisfaction and love coursed through him as he pictured her in the negligee he’d purchased for her, the one he would give her to wear soon, and tucked under the covers with her dark hair spread about the pillows.  He imagined crawling into bed beside her, molding his body to hers and falling asleep with her nestled flush against him.  Waking up next to her would be wonderful treat unlike anything he’d experience. It was what he desired instead of their sloppy first time coupling in the open, and it would be what he gave her.

There was something absolutely beautiful about her. The fact that she’d been so unaware of how lovely she was had drawn him to her that night.  Listening to her speak with that accented voice of hers had driven him crazy. Even after he’d touched her, his body pressed so intimately against hers, she still hadn’t realized how gorgeous she was to him.  He’d tried to express that in the way he’d kissed her after, but it wasn’t enough. The fear in her eyes and the way she’d turned her face away from him told him it wasn’t enough.

He knew it was time to show her how deeply his love ran.