Taking the same precautions, I make my way to the back door and jiggle the handle lightly. I’m relieved to find it’s not locked and enter the home, walking straight into the laundry room, which I notice from the strong scent of washing powder and fabric softener. Instantly, I feel the cool air of air-conditioning as it circulates. A stark difference to the heat of summer outside.
I take the moment to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness so as to navigate my way a little easier. Leaving the laundry room, I notice a faint dim glow and stop. I’m most certain that your housemate, Rose, isn’t here, but one can never be too careful. She could have come home early. Seconds tick past, and after a few moments, take the silence as an indicator she’s not here. I have a rough idea where your bedroom is. Yours is to the left. Rose’s to the right. Reaching the top landing of the steps, I see your bedroom door is closed, as I would expect. I grip the cool handle and slowly twist it, pushing the door open.
The sensible and rational side of me screams to stop and leave the house. If I hadn’t listened to it when I decided I would come here, there’s no way I’m going to listen to it now. I step in and instantly the smell of you floods my senses. Like flowers coming into bloom in spring. I take a moment to wrap my head around where I’m standing and why I’m here. Driven by insanity and madness, I was pushed here by the irrational need to see you. Because regardless of my annoyance with you, nothing can keep me away from you, and I can no longer ignore the need to be near you again.
Soft sounds of sleep escape you, and it makes me smile. With the moonlight, I can just make out where your bed is, and position myself to lean against the wall. You look so beautiful tonight. So innocent and peaceful. You’re not the kind of person I should be attracted to, because you’re too perfect to destroy. And it’s already been established that is exactly what I would do to you. Because that’s what people like me do to flowers still in blossom. I could watch you for hours. You shuffle slightly, and my breath hitches, as I wait to see if you’re going to wake up or not. I watch as you roll onto your back, and I swear I can make out a smile on your beautiful face. Kicking the blankets off, you murmur a little as your hand travels south. I watch with extreme interest as you wiggle around on your bed. Your hand stopping on your panty-clad pussy.
The taste of copper lands on my lips as a little bit of blood flows into my mouth. The sight of you slipping your hand into your panties has me growing hard and my head hazy with lust as I use all the strength I have in me to restrain myself from pushing your hand aside and feasting on your sweet pussy. I’m enthralled by the way you so casually dip your finger into your pussy. I’m transfixed by all this and curious what you’re dreaming of. Is it me? Am I consuming your dreams at night and having you pleasure yourself? Or is it him? I grind my teeth a little at the possibility. I move to the foot of the bed, kneeling down to watch.
“Mm-hmm. Oh, fuck. Right there, baby.” You moan, moving your hips with the motion of your hand as you pull yourself closer to orgasm.
I inch closer and take in the scent of you. Musky and sweet, I feel the pressure of my hard cock pushing against my pants. Pushing my pants down, I free my erection from the confines of the material and stroke myself. Long strokes in time with yours. If only I can taste you. Just a little to satiate my need. Would you be as sweet as you smell? Would you come hard on my tongue? I close my eyes as I place myself in your dream and picture how we would be together. Your body quivering with the force of your own pleasure as I push myself deep inside of you, relishing in the sound of your echoing screams of delight.
Your body shakes and your hips lift off of the bed and I know you’re close. My body moves forward of its own accord and I surge forward, gently move your hand away. You whimper softly, and I don’t care to check to see if you’re awake. A groan leaves me as I taste you, and you’re just as sweet as I had imagined. I make a long languid stroke up your slit, capturing your swollen clit in between my teeth and biting down a little. You yelp and I suck away the sting. I continue my attention on it as I return my hand to my erection, stroking myself as I kiss and suck, eating you as I had dreamed. Your hands fly to my hair and you grip tightly, pulling at it.
Your short, labored breaths spur on my orgasm, and a warm spray of liquid lands on my hand, dripping off the end. As if igniting the spark, your body comes alight and you writhe underneath me. I made you get here. I did this. It’s me that has you crying out in your sleep. Even if it wasn’t me you were dreaming of, it
