She anxiously awaits his return.
The poor little burglar just froze in shock, which gave me ample opportunity to bend back down, take the waist of her tracksuit top and hoick that up and off as well. By a strange chance, her bra got tangle in my fingers and that kept the top company on its little journey to the floor.
"Had enough?" I asked, quite politely I thought.
My burglar somehow scrambled back onto her feet, and the standard dance of the hands took place as she tried to protect her modesty. It seemed that the feisty little devil wasn't quite so feisty when naked.
It was at that point that I made a mistake. I really shouldn't have laughed at her, but she looked so funny and cute trying to cover herself.
As soon as I started laughing she gave a squeal and launched herself at me again. As far as I was concerned, enough was enough. How many times did I have to let this vixen attack me? If she got lucky, she might even be able to hurt me. If she got very lucky.
Anyway, as I said, enough was enough. It only took me moments to catch her hands and hold them behind her, both of her hands trapped in one of mine. This left me with one free hand which I used to drop my own trousers. Then I pulled her tight against me so she could feel my erection pressing against her tummy.
"Just so you know what's about to happen," I told her.
She just about exploded in my arms, squealing and wriggling, trying to kick and even trying to bite. I used the leverage I had on her arms to hold her head away from me while pressing her groin close against mine. Reaching around, I just grasped her by the buttocks and lifted her up against me. All her struggling accomplished was to enable me to get between her legs, and she was ineffectively kicking them up and down on either side of me.
I lifted her higher and my cock slipped between her legs, and then I lowered her a touch, so she could feel me pressing against her pussy.
This naturally started her squealing, struggling and wriggling again, but all she found herself accomplishing was that she was starting to wriggle down onto my cock. Before she twigged as to what she was doing, she had slipped down enough that the head of my cock was already inside her, and the shaft was keen to follow.
Finally catching on, she stopped her struggling (but not her squealing) and hooked her legs around my waist, trying to stop herself from sinking further onto cock. She couldn't actually lift herself off it, as I wouldn't let her, but by bracing herself with her legs she probably thought she could stop me drilling into her.
Now that I didn't need to support her bottom I lifted my hand and held up my index finger for her to look at. She looked confused for a moment, but then I added the words, "Are you ticklish?"
A brief look of horror crossed her face and then I dug my finger into her side just below the ribs. She screamed and giggled at the same time and squirmed away from my finger and onto my cock. She screamed louder then and tried to pull back up, but another bout of tickling set her back, and she helplessly embedded herself on my shaft.
Now that I had her firmly in place I carried her back to the couch I had so recently vacated, with my new friend squealing and cursing and wriggling every step of the way.
I lowered my burglar onto the couch, letting her hands go but still maintain the really essential contact.
"You wanted to play," I said, "so let's play."
We both started our respective games at the same time. I pulled back and then drove into her again, while her hands lunged at my face. Going for my eyes this time, it seemed. I laughed as I caught her hands again and repeated the withdrawal and thrust. Now I pinned her hands above her head, using one hand to hold them there while my other hand started playing with her breasts.
And all the time my hips were busy, letting her get really well acquainted with my cock as it thoroughly explored her internal passage.
It vaguely crossed my mind that up until this point she hadn't actually spoken to me, if you discount the swearing.