ONE

GARETT

U nhinged. Obsessive. Possessive. Stalker. The words others would probably use to describe me if they knew how I spend my nights. If they could see me crouching outside her window, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest as she peacefully sleeps. Or if they knew just how many times before this I've let myself in through her window so I could smell the soft floral scent of the lotion she puts on before bed. If they knew how much time I spend watching her, how often I think of her, and how completely consumed I am by my desire for her. They'd call me a stalker and a creep.

But I'm not. I'm not unhinged. I'm not crazy. I'm very much sane.

Obsessive? Possessive? Very much so. But what's love if not a burning obsession for another? I'm absolutely enraptured by her and even though she doesn't know it yet, she's meant to be mine. She's the Persephone to my Hades. She's the other half of my fucking soul. So yeah, I'm possessive over her.

She'll get it. She'll understand. After this, she'll be mine and everything that's wrong will be right. I've finally put my plan in motion and now everything will align and we can be together. I've waited long enough.

I've been watching her for a long time. Too long. Tonight I intend to take what should belong to me. I don't just want to fuck her, I want to completely consume her until there's nothing left of her that isn't mine. I want to skin her with my damn tongue and savor every second I get to taste her delicious flesh. See? Totally sane thoughts, right?

It's fucking cold out here. Apparently all the basic white girls love fall, but it's a bitch for us stalkers. I much prefer the warmer weather when it comes to sitting outside someone's window late into the night. Maybe once this is all over I'll take her and we will leave this place. Maybe we will move somewhere warm. As it is, I've been out here, freezing my balls off for over an hour now, and my patience is growing thin. My girl stayed up late reading tonight and as such, I've been stuck out here for what feels like ages. I watched as she drained all of the wine in her glass while she read, making sure she swallowed every last drop. In my head, I praised her for being a good girl and drinking it all down. I wouldn't want her to not get enough of the sleeping pills I crushed up and put into the wine. It'd be a shame if she woke up and freaked the fuck out during what I have planned for us.

This balaclava is starting to irritate the skin on my face and neck, but I resist the urge to scratch at it. Instead, I shift from my crouching position to stand and peer into her window for what feels like the millionth time tonight.

The house is completely dark and silent on the other side of the window pane. The moonlight streams across my girl's face, bathing her in an ethereal glow. She's the fucking goddess of the moon, my sleeping beauty.

My fingers are shaking in eager anticipation as I slowly begin to lift the window, careful not to make a sound. I look around swiftly, one last time, making sure no nosey neighbor is watching, before slipping through the window and into her room.

This is far from the first time I've been in her room. Hell, this isn't even the first time I've snuck in to watch her sleep. But knowing what I'm about to do to her has my pulse skyrocketing. My fingers involuntarily twitch as I approach her bed. The sweet scent of her lotion reaches my nose as I stand above her. Tonight I don't just have to watch. My cock jumps at the thought.

Her hair is splayed out across the pillow, the moonlight making it glow like a halo. She's beautiful and—after this plan comes to fruition—mine. Her chest rises and falls in a slow and steady rhythm that tells me she's in a deep sleep. But still, I'm hesitant. I reach a shaking finger out to graze the soft skin of her cheek. Her skin is so pure, like fresh snow. She doesn't move at all, completely unconscious and ready for me.

Fucking hell, I've needed this for so long! I am not a good man. Some might even call me a monster. But everything I've done has been for her. She's my only light in this shit hole of a world. Without her, everything I am and everything I've done would be for nothing. I need her as much as I need the air that fills my lungs.

Feeling slightly braver, I begin to pull the blanket slowly down her body, revealing more of her sleeping form to me. She's wearing a soft oversized tee shirt and lilac cotton panties.

Fuck.

My cock hardens instantly at the sight of those delicate little panties and the knowledge that they will be absolutely destroyed by the time I'm done with her tonight. Unzipping my fly, I allow my thickening dick a little room to breath.

Slowly, I let my knee land on the end of her bed. My added weight causes her mattress to shift slightly, but she doesn't stir. I crawl up the bed and position myself directly in between her legs. Grabbing right above each knee, I spread her thighs open further so I can settle my large frame between them. I've never been this close to her pussy before. The anticipation has my cock throbbing almost painfully with desire.

After ripping the wool mask from my face and letting it fall to the floor, I allow my hands to trail up her body, moving from her knees, up her thighs, and across the curvature of her hips. She doesn't stir the entire time, completely knocked out and at my mercy. Even as I let my hands cup her full and tender breasts, she doesn't wake. I trace soft circles around her nipples through the fabric of her cotton shirt until the small buds are firmly standing, then lift the hem of her shirt up and over her breasts, unable to help myself with the need to see her tits. They're perfect, just like the rest of her. Two rosy buds sit perfectly atop the creamy mounds of her breasts, just begging to be played with. And who am I to deny them?

Bending down, I stick out my tongue to flick the soft pink bud back and forth, causing it to harden further. The primal beast in me is aching to sink my teeth into the delicate flesh of her chest, covering her in bite marks, but I hold myself back. Instead, I trail a line of kisses from the stiff peak of one breast, to the other. Sucking her second tit into my mouth, I suck and flick against her tender flesh. Finally satisfied that I've thoroughly stimulated both of her beautiful breasts, I trail kisses down her body.

I lower my face down between her thick thighs and inhale her scent. My sleeping goddess smells fucking heavenly. If I wasn't already addicted to her, I would be now. Slipping a single finger in the side of her underwear, I delicately pull them to the side, revealing her completely to me. Her pussy is already slick with need from me playing with her tits. Her wet, pink lips are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

A feral growl leaves my chest as I admire her. "This is the prettiest fucking pussy I've ever seen. Let me taste you, my sleeping beauty?"

She hasn't moved or shown any sign of waking thus far, but I'm still careful. I watch her face closely as I stick out my tongue and trail it through her wetness. She doesn't stir in the slightest, which is good because I can't stop the needy sounds of pleasure that radiate out of me as her taste coats my tongue. She tastes like honey. A brief sigh is the only sign she gives to suggest even a small part of her consciousness is aware of the pleasure I'm about to give her.

Adjusting myself to get more comfortable, I graze the folds of her sweet, warm pussy again with my tongue until I reach her sensitive nub at the top. I can feel her body reacting, her pussy getting wetter, as I suck her clit into my mouth. Even unconscious, her body is so responsive to me. She's made to be mine. I run one finger through the wetness building between her thighs while my tongue continues its work on her clit. Carefully, I push my moistened finger into her warmth.

Fuck, she's tight!

My good girl greedily accepts my finger into her cunt. I begin pumping in and out of her rhythmically, watching her face contort slightly in her sleep. The pills are keeping her entirely unconscious and her body relaxed. However, when I add another finger, her pretty pussy contracts. I can feel her orgasm building. The urge to please my girl is absolutely unbearable. Curling my fingers to reach the perfect spot, and returning my mouth to her clit, I feast upon her unknowing desire. I pump into her harder and faster until I feel all her muscles contract around me as her orgasm hits. Refusing to waste a drop of her pleasure, I lap up all the cum that her perfect little pussy gives me.

Once her muscles stop contracting and the orgasm passes, I remove my fingers from inside her. Sitting back up against my heels, I look down at my sleeping beauty. She's a vision and my cock is begging to enter her. But this isn't about my pleasure, it's about hers. Tonight is for me to learn her body and what it wants from me so that I'll be able to give her exactly what she craves when she eventually gives herself over to me—body and soul.

Removing myself from her bed, I tuck my rock solid erection back into my pants before straightening my clothes. I won't allow myself to use her body for my own pleasure, but I know I'll be using my hand to alleviate some of this sexual frustration when I get back home. Probably while watching through the footage of my visit that I recorded on the cameras I have hidden throughout her room. Her cute purple panties darken as her leftover arousal stains the fabric, making me smile in smug satisfaction. I give her beautiful tits one final glance before righting her shirt and pulling the blanket back up. She slept through the entire thing and will wake none the wiser that I brought her to orgasm.

Leaning down, I place a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"I'll be back soon, sleeping beauty."