One

Her side of the bed is still warm as I slide further under the covers, breathing in her scent. I'll never get tired of this; there's only one thing that will make it better; having her here with me. But I can't rush these things. It has to be perfect. No matter how often those thoughts have been running through my mind, they must be planned perfectly.

She has always been mine.

As I gently slide my hand into my pants, I can feel the arousal building within me. The image of her peacefully sleeping in her silk nightgown from last night plays in my mind .

It moved with her body, like how I imagined my hands would slide against her hips. I pump my hand faster, squeezing the tip wanting nothing more than it being her pussy. day, I'll have her screaming my name as I fuck her without remorse. She's been teasing me for too long, and if I don't get a taste soon, I'll steal it when she's sleeping.

My stomach muscles clench, and I release myself. I can't come yet. I need the warm embrace of that pussy.

I roll out of her bed and slide out the window into the night like a ghost.