Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“It’s been such a long day,” I say to no one in particular as I enter my bedroom. It’s basic so far, but I’ve already transformed it by putting up my esoteric tapestries, which instantly made the space feel more homey.
My gaze darts to the shadows under the bed. Is that where he’s hiding, or has he crawled into my closet and is observing my every move?
A pleasant shiver trails down my spine as I yawn and let my silky robe fall off one shoulder.
Maybe it’s just a naughty fantasy, but I can sense his gaze on my bare legs, its incorporeal touch dispensing whatever nervous energy I might still carry.
“I better take some sleeping pills tonight, because I need some damn good rest.”
I wonder if he’s listening, understanding how he’ll be able to do whatever he wants with me. I know there’s something deeper in his aversion to being touched, something I’ll need to examine in the future, but for now, I’m happy to connect on his terms, especially if it means we’ll fuck. That I’ll get to feel his body on top of me, and his dick throbbing inside me.
He can be so shy sometimes, but that wasn’t the case when he whispered filthy shit to me last night during our sleep-play. I want to see that side of him again. I already got a glimpse of it in the car when he looked at me like he’d devour me whole, given half the chance.
He’s so fucking handsome too with all that black hair, sharp angles, and the somber aura of danger oozing off him.
I put on my pajamas, grinning at the thought that most couples would only get to try this kind of stuff years down the line, when trying to spice up their sex life, but I’ve always been adventurous.
“Mm, love fresh bedding,” I say right after switching off the light. Creep’s free to interpret that as he wishes, but for now I cover myself, pressing my cheek to the pillow and sigh, focusing on sound in hopes that I can identify where he is.
I swear I heard the floor creak, but it could have been anything. According to the residents of Vulture Hollow, Creep is known to move soundlessly and follow people with ease. In the caves, no one dares go farther than they’re allowed. Ray even claimed Creep has traps set up underground, which surely can’t be true, can it?
What was that knock? I’m not sure, but I stay quiet, pretending to sleep.
It's even a turn-on that I'm about to be his first. He’s waited for me, because no one else could see him the way I do.
I’ve left some lube on the bedside table too, because I’m not sure he has his own.
I hold in a gasp when something brushes my foot through the blanket.
It’s him. It’s got to be him.
And just like that, my heartbeat starts racing, and I take a deep breath as the faintest shuffling reaches my ear.
I’m on my side, legs bent, but while I can’t spoil this moment by looking his way, I imagine him placing his hand at the foot of my bed. That’s where he is, staring at me with his cock so very hard and ready.
Is he naked? Dressed? Did he crawl out from under the bed? If he did, did he like the snacks?
No, I won’t be thinking about snacks now.
Especially not when he is about to expose my feet. They are pretty nice, if I do say so myself. I exfoliate, and trim my nails, and even moisturize them. No wonder I managed to sell some feet pics in the past.
I have to bite my cheek when he runs his fingertips over my heel. I’m already at half mast, and I’m sure he’ll take time toying with me. I love it and hate it at the same time, because I’m so damn horny already. It will be worth it though. He has such a nice dick, such a hot, strong body. I can’t wait for him to manhandle me a little, push me into whatever position he wants to use me in.
Tonight, I can simply feel. Be. Experience his touch without needing to take any initiative. But that doesn’t mean my role doesn’t come with any challenges, because when his hands travel up my legs, pushing up the blanket, I struggle to keep in a moan. There’s something delicious about his slow pace, though no matter how frustrated I get with the wait, I have to stay quiet. Motionless. Prone. Creep’s very own Sleeping Beauty.
He removes the blanket with such care I can barely feel the fabric move. I love being looked at, and now he’s doing just that, assessing how to unwrap me, his precious gift. The anticipation is filling my dick, so I shift as much as is reasonable for someone sleeping. I turn from my side, to my stomach, hoping this helps him decide what he wants to start with.