Prelude 4 (i)

Prelude 4 (i)
Amber was sleeping deeply. In fact, she was having a wet dream, and it continued even when she was softly waking up. Her body felt heavy. There was a head between her widely open thighs. It was the first thing her eyes saw when they opened, and the second was that her wrists and ankles were tied to the four posts of the bed.
Stark terror consumed her just awakened senses. A man she didn’t know was there in bed with her, and he was having his way with her body. She screamed, and that was when she realized her mouth was gagged, as well. She barely managed a croak even when she wanted to scream the place down. 
Behind the gag, Amber whimpered. Below her, the man had become aware that she was awake. He raised his face towards her, and aside from the straight nose and wet, shining lips, she couldn’t see much of his muscular face. 
He was wearing a mask.
A burglar. There was a burglar in her room. 
Not her room, she remembered. It was a rented room. Amber was on a vacation and her parents were just in the room beside hers, a wall separating her from them. 
She tried to scream again, to pull her limbs from the ropes which, she realized, were covered in soft, velvety cloth. But they were tied tightly, and there was no question of how sturdy those thick, hardwood posts were. And she thought it was a sweet and romantic touch to have an old-fashioned bed in her room. 
Now? 
Not so much anymore. 
She did not know what to think first, especially when the man didn’t seem to be bothered by her struggle and instead, he slowly climbed up her body, until their faces were on the same level and she could see his eyes on the holes in his mask.
“I’ve been watching you,” he said in a soft, baritone voice. It surprised Amber. She was expecting a hard, rough voice. But this was pleasant, almost melodic. And in perfectly accented UK English. It wasn’t what she expected from a burglar. Not from a criminal.  
She wanted to speak. But it was impossible. She tried to buck and push him away with her body, but he only pushed her down with his stronger body. He was fit, based on what she could feel. And he smelled good. God, what was she thinking? Why was she smelling him? What did she care if he sounded educated in just a lone statement that she heard from those lips… lips that still glistened with her pussy nectar? 
He broke into her room, and he had her tied down and stripped. In fact, he was himself naked but for the mask. 
And definitely, it was a hard cock flushed against her pussy down there.
She whimpered again. Her body still felt hot, as if she’d had an orgasm before she woke up. She could smell the musky smell of her arousal on his face. She further hyperventilated.
 “Calm down. Breath, Amber. We can’t have you choking on your gag. We still have a lot to do before light. You’ve cum once. I’m gonna have you cum again.”
Her noises, which she managed to emit regardless of her gag, were begging him to stop. She again fought his weight, the captivity. But he only pinned her down harder on the mattress with his muscular body. He began to kiss her shoulders, her neck. She screamed angrily behind her gag. But it only came out as pitiful soft shrieks. 
She began to cry.
The man raised his head from her neck. “Ohh… shhh… don’t cry, I’m going to take care of you. Breathe… and think, Amber. You wrote this down as a birthday wish, remember? It’s past twelve. Happy twenty-second year of your life, darling.”
Her body stopped. Stopped moving, stopped making noises, even her breathing stopped. Oh my God… how did he know this? Did she spew off secrets while drunk? 
The lips down the mask smiled down at her. His eyes, they weren’t ordinary eyes. Thick lashes, and not brown but a different, exotic color. She couldn’t say exactly because it was semi-dark in the room and his bulk was covering the lampshade. But they were pretty eyes for a man. Her burglar was a mestizo. 
“You remember now. You wanted to wake up having sex. So you’re given a wish fulfillment. I am your birthday gift, darling.”
She whimpered again under her gag.
“Uh-uh. No, I’m not taking it off. Though I would like to taste those wonderful lips… I did not come here to get caught and end up in jail. I just want to make you happy, darling. So, where are we?”
Amber had no experience with men. Didn’t whoever pay this fool divulge that? She only had her phone with its Pornhub on incognito and her dildo. Her dildo had deflowered her, but she had never been in bed with an honest-to-goodness man with an honest-to-goodness cock.
A man who knew how to give her pleasure with his lips and his hands on her boobs. Oh god… her dildo couldn’t do this. She could hear the popping sounds as his mouth worked on her nipples, sounds rekindling that throbbing feeling between her thighs that woke her from her sleep. He wasn’t going to hurt her—he meant to give her pleasure. And even though she hadn’t completely recovered from her shock of waking up tied with a stranger in bed lapping her pussy, she couldn’t hide the fact that her body had surrendered to him already. 
Who among her friends had given him these hours with her? 
As his mouth played with her tits, a nipple stretched inside a warm mouth, his hand sneaked down between her thighs, possessively cupping and fingering her slit. She hadn’t decided on anything when a moan escaped her gag. He definitely knew what he was doing…
“You’re soaking wet. I can’t get enough of you. But I want you awake when we do this. I want to watch your face when you cum with my cock inside your cunt, darling.”
Her next whimpers were pitiful. Even she couldn’t say if she was protesting or approving, because whatever his hand was doing was something even her hand and fingers couldn’t accomplish herself. How could he know her body more than she did? Oh god, oh god, he was rubbing against her clit—both fingers and his cock. Oh god… what was she to do? She felt like—
She groaned—hard—as waves and waves of sweet heat surged from that spot outwards so wonderfully that her whole body quaked under his. Everything felt so good, even their naked bodies that couldn’t help but rub against each other as she writhed under his, trying to ride an orgasm that had never been this powerful with her dildo, felt so damn right. Strong arms held her as he continued dry-humping her while her whole body vibrated and she was moaning the longest moan. And then she was settling down, and she was still.