Angel heard her bedroom door creak open. It didn't surprise her. She'd been lying awake, awaiting the sound. It caused a small, pleasant flutter in her lower stomach. She knew he'd slipped into the room and this was confirmed when the door quietly shut.
The room was in complete darkness, but she sensed him move across the room to her bed. Wearing only a t-shirt, Angel took a deep breath and rolled onto her front.
In her last year at High School, 18 year old Angel had been out with her boyfriend the previous three nights. Her visitor never came to her room on nights she went on dates with her boyfriend.
So it'd been four nights since he'd last visited her. The game was always played in the same manner. Other family went to bed first, then some time later Angel would announce she was going to bed. There were never any words or looks. She'd say goodnight and he'd grunt without turning his head to look at her. She'd leave him sitting, watching TV. However he never watched for long. Fifteen minutes later she'd hear the door creak open.
Angel felt a small vibration, telling her he was standing at the end of the bed. The sensation in her groin had now grown immeasurably. As she felt the sheet drawn slowly off her, she swiveled her butt in anticipation.
The first time he'd come to her bedroom, he'd grabbed her hips and pulled her to her knees. She'd only been half awake. By the time Angel registered what was occurring his cock was pushing into her. He'd held her head in the pillow and taken her roughly that first night; but not any longer.
She lifted her naked butt up off the sheets of her own accord, keeping her chest firmly pressed into the bed. He would not seek out her small breasts; he never had. He appeared to like her butt and the first touch was always his hands traversing her two moons. She welcomed their warm touch, his fingers spread wide.
A small moan escaped Angel, when his thumbs pressed in, closer to her lower lips. His massaging alternately drew them apart; then pressed them back together. The thumbs moved ever closer to her lips, tantalising her, before moving away. She wiggled her ass, signaling her delight at these actions. When the hands left her she awaited the next act.
She heard him altering his position. Angel pulled her knees up along the sheets, raising her pelvis, to allow him to maneuver beneath her. She felt his stubble rasp along the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
"It'll leave a rash," she thought. "It always does."
She felt his breath, and lowered herself, craving that first touch of his tongue. Fingers clenched onto her pert buttocks. The first touch of his tongue saw her almost orgasm right there; such was her anticipation. It dragged along the length of first one nude lip and then the other. On the third pass it dipped deep into her wet slit, which she knew would be saturated.
Angel could hold still no longer and began to move her pelvis, seeking out increased pleasure. The hands on her butt kept her in check, allowing the tongue to remain in charge. She moaned again in frustration.
