17She looked around for a moment, and he could see the glimmer in her eyes. She was examining the room, running her fingers over things and smiling. She sat down at the makeup table and examined herself in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair and any knots it had.
She picked up the brush off the table; it was silver with black bristles. She began to brush her hair with it calmly. Trent sat down on the couch and watched her. He took off his shoes and placed them on the ground in front of the couch.
"This is wonderful." She said to him, not turning to look at him.
"Yeah, I think so." He said softly.
She turned to him finally, and smiled. He smiled back at her. She took off her shoes and socks. She put them on the ground and got up from the chair. She walked around the room again until she came to the bed in the corner.
"This looks really old." She said, touching the old bed frame.
"Yeah, it is." He shrugged.
"Not very talkative today are you." She walked over to him and lifted his head to look into her eyes.
"Nope." He said.
He stood up. He was a lot taller than her, if someone saw them next to each other. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her to him. They hugged, and she backed away to quick from him to react. She walked a couple steps away, but still close to him.
She saw a strange look in his face. He smiled wickedly, and seemed to be lost, or possessed in his world.
"Trent?" she said in a worried voice.
He wanted to jump from his stance onto her, her perfect small form. She would be an easy person to mess around with. His thoughts ran with evil and lustful things he could do to he. They were alone; they were in a secret unknown, unheard place in his house.
She sensed his thoughts and was backing up towards the bed in the corner, not playfully, as he wanted her to do. He was excited by her sense of worry over him. He had never felt power in his whole life, even though he was bigger than most of the kids he knew.
"Trent?" She repeated.
He gave a slight laugh and pushed her onto the bed. She struggled to get herself up, spreading her legs, trying to push herself onto her feet, and struggling with her arms behind her. He grabbed her legs, and pulled her back down. He pulled her lips past his waist so they were around his hips, and he leaned forward and kissed her.
With the kiss she did not struggle. He smiled as she slipped her tongue into his mouth and tightened her legs around his waist, pulling herself closer to him. He pulled on her lower back, to arch it and bring her waist even closer to his. She moaned a little as he moved his lips away from her and bit into her neck playfully.
He ripped the buttons off her black shirt, the shirt opened to reveal a blue belly shirt. He was fascinated by her baggy pants/belly shirt style. Not that he hadn't seen it before; it was just that her body was so perfect, her skin so soft, her stomach flat but toned.
He kissed her stomach, and then pushed her farther onto the bed. He climbed onto the bed with her. She put her arms around his neck and they laid together kissing each other for a while.
She started playing with his shirt, then he sat up and she jumped to her knees to slip it off him. After it was off she threw it to the floor and he bit her lip then kissed her again, her body falling backwards and his body falling over hers. They kissed for another moment.
He pulled her shirt of, revealing a navy blue bra. She crawled to the top of him and licked the roundness of his ear. He moaned slightly and got his fingers around her back to unhook her bra, but she moved and he couldn't.
She sat with her legs in a straddling position over his waist. She smiled at him and raised her eyebrow. He looked at her with question and delight. She slowly unbuttoned his pants, revealing black boxers. She pulled the pants to his knees and the boxers as well.
He was completely naked, except for his pants and boxers around his knees. She backed herself up so her legs were around his knees and bent forward. She took him into her hands and at first just licked and nibbles but then put him into her mouth and rolled her tongue around him while she was sucking, her head moving back and forth.
He moaned and played with her hair. His eyes were closed and his mouth was gasping for air. He turned his head to the left and looked to the window. The sun was setting.
He widened his eyes and jumped up into a sitting position causing her to give a deep throated noise and a lot of pleasure for him. He almost fainted at the delight of her tongue farther than anyone has ever gotten it.
He pulled her off him, and then pulled her up to his mouth. She gave a little whimper but nibbled on his lips and slipped her tongue into his mouth again. He felt his way to her back and let loose her bra to fall in between them.
He laid back, pulling her onto him. He grabbed the bra and threw it to the ground, next to his pants. She laughed as he ripped her pants off and revealed her red boxers. He looked at her, fascinated by her once again. Her legs, beautiful in form, the vibrate boxers seemed to reflect the reddish color onto them.
The sun was going down quicker, the room was filled with a deep red hue. It was lustrous and amazing to both of them that there whole room was blood red in color and they were hooked into their passions for each other.
He pulled down her boxers and rolled her back under him. He spread her legs out carefully with each hand. She moaned a little while he did this, and he pushed himself into her with one powerful trust of his hips. She almost screamed when he did this. Her moan gave him more pleasure than she could ever comprehend.
She was gripping the bed sheets and tearing at her pillow and he pushed and pulled himself in her. She screamed as tears almost started running down her cheeks.
The deep red of the room was fading into blackness. She arched her back to make him force himself harder into her. She clawed at his arms, he held her hips tight around his waist, and her legs were locked around him. He gave one last drive into her and she fell back, motionless.
He pulled himself out of her slowly, and collapsed to the side of her, heaving for air and completely wet with his own sweat. He thought she had fainted for a moment, even died. But she came back to life within seconds and clung to him, as if she was never letting go, her arms around his neck.
He held her close to him, and they moved under the blood stained sheets they had been on top of. He covered her as she fell asleep in his arms. He held her there, for a few moments, and the sun went down completely.
Everything became quiet.