She’s gone for the moment.’ Buckley and James whirled around. ‘Come back tomorrow.’ the rasping voice commanded. ‘I must have the key.’ �... Azalea fell to her knees, gritting and grinding her teeth. Her eye socket was healing itself, the pain causing waves of heat to pulse through her. She scratched her nails against the concrete floor in an effort not to cry out. In moments her entire body was coated in perspiration, her breath panting against the silence. As the pain subsided, Azalea eased. She bent down and picked up the nylon pajama pants she had worn the night before, and put them on. I must say they looked even hotter on her as she stood bare-breasted before me wearing only them and her black heels. "I would have thought you would've wanted to cum on these, too," she said in a low voice. She modeled them, and as she moved about in front of me, I saw the front of the pants between her legs was wet. I stood up and began to rub her belly with my penis. "Yeah..you like the feel of. ‘So what would you like for dessert?’ She queried. My eyes travelled over her face, eyes, lips, down her neck and shoulders, lower. She tracked the movement but didn’t seem to notice the change in my mood. Contemplating this question I made a few suggestive sounds while clearing our plates away from the table. I took her hand and stood her up when I came back and crowded in close to her, pressing her back against the table. I kissed her deeply, drawing pleased moans and sighs from her before. Following the light in the hallway, he gently walked up the stairs and saw that her bedroom door was slightly open with the lights on. His heart was pounding in his chest, his hands clammy—even so, he took a shaky breath and pushed through the door and walked into the room. The walls were accented by the dim light near the bed, the entire room held the scent of her that he had missed for nearly a week. A scent that had filled his own home and made every night difficult to sleep through entirely.