Taunting the Stalker

Chapter 14- Ryder

I'm having too much fun seeing her all flustered.
I just want to hear her sweet voice again.
So I ask her to make me her favorite drink.

I know, basic move, but her smile tells me she enjoys it.

She comes back with this red, fruity cocktail and hands it to me, laughing when I take a sip.
Little does she know I'd drink anything she made with a smile.
I don't care as long as her hands made it.

She keeps glancing back at me as she works, making me grin.
If I didn't know better, I'd say you're checking me out doll...

At the end of the night, I walk her out to her car as usual, admiring her in my jacket.
I can't believe she's wearing it again.

"Goodnight Ryder"
"Goodnight pretty girl"
I can't miss the way her cheeks heat up at my words. I fucking love when she blushes.
My favorite thing.

She drives off and I soon follow behind her, eager to have my eyes on her again.
When I arrive, her bedroom light is on, but she's not there.

In the shower I'm guessing.

After a while, she appears again in this little silky black robe.
Fuck, that's a new look.

I could get used to this.

The soft fabric reaches the tops of her thighs, and her cleavage just pokes through the v.
Stunning.

She starts to lather her body in lotion and I'm practically drooling.
Once she's finished, she lies back in her bed with a mischievous smile on her face.
What's my girl up to?

I watch attentively as her fingers trace around her cleavage, grazing over her stomach before going over her thighs.
Oh fuck.

Her hands start skimming over her inner thighs as they part open, and I practically trip over myself trying to get a better view.
My pretty little vixen...

When her hand disappears between her thighs, I loose all my composure, rushing around to her back door.
I need to be there.
Hear her.

I slip inside, quickly making my way upstairs, thanking whatever god is out there that there is a crack open in her bedroom door.
I can fucking hear her little whines and moans from here.
And fuck if they aren't the best things I've ever heard.

My dick is straining against my jeans as I make it to her doorway, watching her hand work between her pretty thighs.
The sexiest thing I've ever seen.

Her lips are parted in pleasure as moans slip out of her mouth, echoing in my mind.
She's trying to kill me.
I can't even fucking breathe.

I stifle down a groan as her fingers slip inside her wet pussy, her back arching up at the feeling.
Her head falls back, her eyes falling closed.
I can tell she's close.

Her moans sound so fucking desperate.
I have to grip onto her fucking doorframe to keep myself from diving between those thighs of hers.
I'm losing my sanity.

I watch as she cums, committing every fucking detail to memory.
Not even blinking.
The sounds. The way she looks.
Her fucking thighs trembling in pleasure.
It's too fucking much.
I'd kill anyone else who sees her like this.
This is only for me.

When she calms down from her orgasm, she just curls up in bed casually, turning off the lights.
I watch as her eyes shut, and she pulls a blanket over her silk covered body.
I'm literally frozen.
I honestly am not sure if I died and went to fucking heaven.
This feels a whole lot like my heaven.

After a long while, I finally move into her room, approaching her sleeping figure.

My fingers move to rake through her messy curls, adoring the way they feel against my fingers.
I'd like to pull them while I fuck her pretty pussy from behind-
I let out a deep sigh.

I look down at her hand...
The same hand that she used to make herself cum so beautifully.
I just need a little taste.
This is bad.
Risky.

I gently take her hand in mine, kneeling down.
I bring my mouth to her hands.
Then I oh so gently put her fingers into my mouth, softly sucking the release off of them.
Fuck.
So fucking good.
I want to drown in it.
My dick twitches painfully.

I slowly release her fingers, letting them fall back down.
She's still asleep.
I let out a breath of relief.
"So fucking good for me"

I sit down by her carefully, tracing over her pretty face.
So beautiful.
I place a light kiss on her cheek... then her neck... her collarbone... her arm...
I lean down a press a few to her exposed thigh...
And finally, I take her hand and place a kiss over her bandaged cut.
My poor girl.
So fucking lovely.

I lie back a bit, my back resting on her headboard as my legs stretch out next to her.
I start playing with her pretty hair, admiring each ringlet.
She moves slightly in her sleep, turning to rest her head on my thigh, one of her hands wrapping around my leg.
My perfect fucking angel.
Made for me and she doesn't even know it.

I smile down at her, relishing in her touch as I continue to play with her soft curls.
I spend the rest of the night just watching her peaceful face.
She looks so god damn innocent when she sleeps.
But I know better doll.
I've seen what you do when you think no one's watching...

I loose track of time, so fucking at peace with my beautiful girl sleeping on my lap.

I just trace over her soft skin until the sun comes up, forcing me to leave her.
This is the worst part of my fucking day.
I slowly guide her off my body, replacing me with a pillow.
I wish I could stay with you sweetheart.

I press a kiss to her jaw before getting up, taking one last look at my sleeping girl before leaving.
You'll be all mine soon doll.
And then you'll wake up in my arms every day.