Chase
She broke my heart.
I only broke her life.
I’m daydreaming about touching her, kissing her…
It’s just a daydream right now. I’m not trying to get closer to her yet.
I let her get used to me—and to her guilt.
Because she doesn’t understand how she could kiss me so passionately.
Now she’s disgusted with me and with herself.
Her mind rejects her deepest desire, but her eyes could never lie.
She wants me. My gaze makes her skin flush, makes her face burn.
It was so hard to get to her. I waited four long years, stalking my beautiful butterfly as she hid in the tall grass. The more she tried to disappear into her surroundings, the more I wanted her. But now we’re here. Just the two of us.
I press my body against the rotten wood of the barn and look in through the tiny crack between the planks. I take in her sight as she takes off her trousers and laced panties.
My heart explodes in my chest.
I watch her gorgeous, tight body, and the way the water beads and slides over her muscular ass.
The spray from the shower head scatters across her impressive curves softly.
The air turns too hot, and my pants get too tight.
I get hard but don’t touch myself, because I know she’ll open up to me.
Those soft thighs will wrap around my waist, and those rosy lips will whisper nothing else, only my name.
Only I will make her face burn with pleasure, only I will make the ice in her eyes glint.
Her tight pussy will only tighten around my cock over and over again.
It’s only a matter of time before she gives herself to me again.
All I have to do is wait. Patiently.