Caught

She was on top of Amon's apartment building. The roof was abandoned - just the stairs and a cistern. Clouds filled the sky Leaning over the low metal railing she could see pieces of the city laid out around her. There were much taller buildings, but most were clustered what seemed to be miles away. Below her she could see the street, and, then, Amon's hand rising up from behind her to cup her breast.
He was close, and his length was pressed against her dress. A faint smile drew across her eyes in anticipation when he began to fumble with her buttons. A finger probed past the frilled backing of her dress and slid against her breast, it had been days... weeks since he had touched her. Too much strangeness had happened with the Methuselah and with the Stone Axe witch. For a while she had thought that she was going to go mad, or that Amon was going to kill her, but tonight, everything felt right.
Robin turned toward Amon and wrapped her arms around him, drawing him close into a deep kiss. Her tongue slid against his as they tried to consume each other. Their arms moved forcefully over fabric, and both of them relished in the tantalizing friction they produced. Somehow his cock was free against her thigh, and one breast had worked free through the open front of her dress. She pressed against the railing and hiked up her skirts, drawing Amon towards her as she did. She felt his length press into her and leaned back. The wind was picking up, and below her she could see people walking. One of them was looking straight up, searching for stars, they did not seem to see her.
Amon pulled back and she grabbed the angled railing tightly and wrapped her fingers between its bars. Robin's legs wrapped around Amon's waist and pulled him back into her sharply. The shock of it sent her body into a little spasm, and she let out a tiny uncharacteristic laugh. She began to grind against him as he thrust. Tension began to build in her toes. Her legs clenched tighter, and Amon's hands dug hard into her ass. Robin began to feel hot, and worshiping the wind, leaned further back. Her nipples became painfully tight and her glasses began to slip off her face. Lost in the moment she began to surge towards orgasm. Cold sweat was drenching her body, wetting her dress, and fighting against the fire in her body.
A spasm blasted her body, and she shuddered in the first throws of orgasm. Her neck jerked back as Amon began to release deep into her.
Her glasses slipped off her drenched nose and fell silently toward the people below. She let go of the rail and stretched to catch them. Amon moved to hold her and his hands somehow missed. Terror shot through her body as her eyes caught a man far below staring into her soul. Somehow she knew he had always been watching.
She jolted awake. Her hands were wrapped in wet white sheets and her heart was pounding. She was naked, and this was her bed. It was a nightmare, another nightmare, one of dozens since she had first found herself in this room. Amon was missing, she was being hunted, and, as her mind organized itself in the dark, she realized that she was alone.
She fell back against the sheets and closed her eyes trying to go back to sleep.


-------------------------
Not entirely sure where I am going with this. Thoughts, comments, and suggestions are appreciated.
Hope you enjoy it.