The door creaked open ever so slightly, and he paused, his breath catching in his throat. She was lying there on the bed, her back to him, the soft curve of her body silhouetted against the dim light filtering through the curtains. The sight of her, so vulnerable, so unaware, sent a jolt of forbidden electricity through him. He shouldn’t be here. He knew he shouldn’t be here. But the pull was undeniable, a magnetic force that had grown stronger over the years, gnawing at the edges of his restraint.
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The room was silent except for the rhythmic sound of her breathing, steady and calm. He moved closer, his heart pounding in his chest, each step feeling like a violation of some unspoken boundary. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself. The temptation was too great, the desire too raw.
He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her. She was wearing a thin tank top, the fabric barely clinging to her frame, and a pair of shorts that hugged her hips. His eyes lingered on the curve of her thigh, the way her body rose and fell with each breath. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his palms damp with sweat.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reached out, his fingers trembling as they brushed against her shoulder. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, her body shifting as she nuzzled deeper into the pillow. The contact sent a surge of heat through him, and he pulled his hand back, guilt mingling with the arousal that was quickly taking hold.
This isn’t right, he thought, but his body betrayed him, his cock hardening as he continued to watch her. He glanced down at his growing erection, the outline of it pressing against the fabric of his pants. He shouldn’t do this. He shouldn’t give in to this twisted urge. But the need was overwhelming, a fire that couldn’t be extinguished.
He unzipped his pants, his hands shaking as he pulled out his cock, already hard and throbbing with anticipation. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes never leaving her, the image of her body fueling his fantasies. He imagined touching her, feeling her soft skin beneath his fingers, tasting her, claiming her. The thought alone was enough to make him shudder, his grip tightening as he pumped himself faster.
He moved closer, standing right beside the bed now, his cock in his hand as he continued to stroke himself. His breath was ragged, his heart racing as he watched her, the sound of his own arousal drowned out by the pounding in his ears. He shouldn’t do this. He knew he shouldn’t. But he couldn’t stop.
He leaned over her, his cock inches from her body, and with one final stroke, he came, his release spilling onto her thigh, the warm liquid dripping down onto the sheets. He froze, his body tense as he watched the sticky mess he’d made, the reality of what he’d done crashing down on him.
What have I done? he thought, panic rising in his chest. He grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, wiping himself clean before turning his attention back to her. He hesitated for a moment before he reached out, his fingers brushing against the mess he’d made on her thigh. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he began to smear his cum across her skin, spreading it towards the hem of her shorts.
He paused, his fingers hovering just above the edge of the fabric, his heart pounding in his chest. He shouldn’t go any further. He knew he shouldn’t. But the temptation was too strong, the desire too overwhelming. Slowly, carefully, he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, his touch tentative as he inched closer to her pussy.
She stirred again, her body arching slightly as he touched her, her breath hitching in her sleep. He froze, his heart skipping a beat as he waited for her to wake up, to catch him in the act. But she didn’t. She just lay there, her body relaxed, her breathing steady.
Emboldened by her lack of reaction, he continued, his fingers sliding between her folds, the warmth and wetness of her pussy sending a shock of pleasure through him. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, couldn’t believe he was touching her like this. But he couldn’t stop. The feeling was too good, the sensation too overwhelming.
He pushed his fingers deeper, his cock twitching with renewed arousal as he felt her tightness, the way her body seemed to clutch at his fingers. He moved slowly, carefully, his touch gentle as he explored her, his own desire growing with each passing second.
She moaned softly in her sleep, the sound sending a jolt of excitement through him. He didn’t know if she was dreaming or if she could feel what he was doing to her, but it didn’t matter. The sound alone was enough to push him over the edge, his fingers moving faster now, his own arousal building once again.
He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Do you feel that, baby? Do you feel how much I want you?”
She didn’t respond, her body still relaxed in sleep, but he didn’t need her to. He could feel her wetness, the way her pussy clenched around his fingers, and that was enough. It was more than enough.
He continued to finger her, his own cock throbbing with the need to be inside her, to feel her tightness around him. But he knew he couldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t. This was as far as he could go.
He pulled his fingers out of her, his breath ragged as he looked down at her, the sight of her lying there, so vulnerable, so beautiful, almost breaking him. He touched himself again, stroking his cock as he watched her, the image of her body burned into his mind.
He came again, his release spilling onto her pussy, the warm liquid dripping down between her folds. He froze, his body tense as he watched the mess he’d made, the reality of what he’d done hitting him once again.
What the fuck am I doing? he thought, panic rising in his chest once again. But it was too late. The damage was already done. He’d crossed a line, a line he could never uncross.
He pulled away, zipping up his pants as he stepped back from the bed, his heart still pounding in his chest. He shouldn’t have done this. He knew he shouldn’t have. But he couldn’t help himself.
He turned to leave, pausing at the door to look back at her one last time. She was still sleeping, her body relaxed, her breathing steady. She didn’t know what had just happened. She didn’t know what he’d done to her.
And as he walked out the door, closing it softly behind him, he couldn’t help but wonder if she ever would.
