6. Ford

six

ford

I couldn't sleep. The nervous energy that flowed through me was too much.

Anticipation.

Anxiety.

Tension rolled through me, making my shoulders tighter than usual. I rolled out of bed and stretched. I could try to talk myself out of it, but I knew it would only be a waste of ten minutes. Ten minutes of fighting myself over what I knew I was going to do.

I stepped into my living room, making sure to stand off to the side, and looked out. Sure enough, her side window was open. The sheer billowing curtains were like a siren's call.

I couldn't ignore them.

I'd tried. God helped me, I'd tried. But she had left what I guessed was her bedroom window open.

Wide open.

There wasn't even a freaking screen to protect her against some weirdo jumping in through the open space and finding her.

What would someone find if they went in? My breathing was off, and before I knew it, I had walked across the street, making sure to avoid anyone's security cameras. Carefully and quietly, I made my way to the side of her house. It was dark at this end. Sure enough, the sheer curtains were dancing in and out of the window with the soft breeze that had picked up.

Standing in the darkness outside her room was too much for me. Each house on the block looked a little different on the outside. Different facades, some others two stories. But the floor plan on the inside was virtually the same layout.

Something came over me. Before I knew what I had done, I was inside her room, somehow managing to be quiet. Either that, or my sweet girl was a heavy sleeper. My eyes quickly got used to the darkness and focused .

Everything inside was still and peaceful. My fingers stroked the curtain as I stared at her lying in her bed, her back towards me as her chest rose and fell slowly with shallowed breaths.

She was deep asleep. I breathed in deeply and loved how her scent was so fucking potent I had a feeling leaving her space would feel like ripping a limb off my body.

It was wrong, so fucking wrong.

I was breaking all sorts of laws by creeping in through her bedroom window. But I couldn't get myself to care. Lita was mine. All mine. Only mine. She exhaled softly, and my chest warmed up from the inside out .

I glanced around the space and felt my lips pull upward. Her bedroom was painted a soft white, almost pink from what I could tell in the darkness. It was tidy yet lived in. Comfortable. Very Lita.

She shifted and flipped over, completely unaware anyone was in her home. The covers slid off her body as her leg bent and exposed a lot of skin. What seemed to look like a night shirt rode up, exposing her legs and the cutest pair of white panties I had ever seen. One of her magnificent butt cheeks had popped out and was taunting me from afar.

Just the sight of her so innocent and vulnerable made me sweat.

I moved in closer, kneeling next to her bed. I lifted my hand to touch her, but I couldn't. Not with my hands. They were too rough and calloused. I would wake her if I touched her. Instead, I skimmed her sheets just an inch above her knee. My hands rose and hovered over her leg and waist while I stared at the limbs exposed.

Jesus, Lita was perfect.

Her skin looked so soft and supple. My mouth watered for a taste. I'd kiss the spot above her knee one day. Hell, there wouldn't be an inch of her I didn't touch or taste. Soon. For now, I dared brush the side of my hand against her thigh. She sighed, and her lips pulled upward in her sleep.

"Ford," she whispered. I felt like a fucking god. She was dreaming of me. "Please, Daddy," she whimpered sleepily. She wanted daddy as much as I wanted my sweet girl .

The knowledge was intoxicating. Almost dizzying.

Then everything inside of me froze.

She moved, and suddenly, her legs were open, and her hand was right above her pussy.

"Mmm," she moaned softly.

She was having a sexy, dirty little dream.

Fuck. I shouldn't have watched, but only an atomic bomb could have moved me in that moment. In tortured silence, I watched the little show she was giving me in her sleep. Lita played with her perfect little kitty. Her hand had slipped inside her panties, and I watched the white cotton turn almost translucent.

She was so wet and dewy I could smell her arousal, and my fucking mouth watered for a taste. She abruptly stopped, snuggling back in bed. I didn't get to watch her come, but what I had witnessed was the most erotic thing in my life. She rested her hand against the edge of the mattress. I moved in closer to those fingers and breathed in her scent. I wanted to lick her stickiness off her digits, but I couldn't risk waking her up.

Instead, I looked down at her and snapped a picture of her sleeping face while she held the coffee cup plushie I had given her. She was an angel. My good girl. Before I did something crazy like take a video of her or take pictures of her legs, I slipped my cell phone into my back pocket and quietly jumped out of her window. Carefully, I pulled it almost shut. It wasn't all the way closed, but at least her curtains wouldn't call any weirdo's attention anymore .

With a smile on my face, I walked home.

I didn't feel guilty for having gone in or for having watched her play. If anything, I felt like a weight had been taken off my shoulders. I felt free. She is mine. She'd called me daddy in her dreams, and it was almost time to make her dreams come true.