Chapter 12 I’m Obsessed With Your Body
I’m Obsessed With Your Body
Eli's Search History: Is it normal to want to watch your girlfriend sleep every night?
Eli
I push open Emily’s window, mask in place.
She hasn’t locked it.
She wants me to break in.
She likes the attention.
I slipped up earlier—called her Angel. I don’t think she caught it, but I need to be more careful.
Before heading to her room, I scan the flat.
She’s left the dishes again.
I roll up my sleeves and get to work, cleaning her kitchen, then the living room, folding the blanket tossed over the chair.
Now I can see her.
She stirs as I step inside, those glorious tits once again on display.
The little tease.
She knows I’m watching.
She’s begging for me.
She saw my tattoos earlier. And God, I want to strip down and crawl beneath those sheets with her—but I need to stay hidden.
So tonight, my black top is long-sleeved.
I remove my shoes and climb onto the bed beside her.
She doesn’t wake.
I trail my fingers along her collarbone, watching her chest rise and fall.
I swirl one finger over her nipple.
She moans in her sleep.
My gaze flicks up.
Still asleep.
Still mine.
Fuck it.
I lift my mask just enough to bare my mouth and drag my tongue across her nipple—salty skin, hard bud, heat radiating off her.
I lick a path up to her neck.
She whimpers.
Oh, Angel… I’m just getting started.
I slip the mask back into place and pull the duvet away, exposing her fully.
Soft curves.
Smooth thighs.
That pretty, pink pussy—freshly shaved.
Did she do that for me?
I drag my hand down her body, resting just above where I want her most.
Then, my other hand wraps around her throat.
I squeeze—lightly at first, until she starts to squirm.
Her eyes snap open. Wild. Confused.
“What are you doing?” she whispers. But she doesn’t fight.
I don’t answer.
Instead, I slide one finger between her thighs and circle her clit. Her hips jerk.
“S-stop,” she breathes—but her body chases my touch.
“Shhh, Angel. Let go.”
I slide one finger inside her dripping cunt. She’s soaked. Perfect.
Another finger joins the first. I curl them just right.
“I…” she gasps, trailing off as I find that spot that makes her melt.
Her legs tremble.
My thumb works her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
She’s moaning now—soft, high, desperate.
God, she’s fucking intoxicating.
“That’s it, Angel,” I murmur. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
She shatters. Her walls clench around my fingers, drawing me deeper as she cries out, incoherent and undone.
I withdraw my fingers from her fluttering pussy, slick with the evidence of her arousal. I’d give anything for a taste of her right now.
But she’s staring at me—wide-eyed, lips parted.
So I do the next best thing. I lift my fingers to her mouth.
“Suck,” I command.
To my surprise, she obeys without hesitation—lips closing around me, tongue swirling, licking herself clean from my skin.
My cock throbs at the sight.
Fuck.
I can practically feel her mouth on me—wet, warm, perfect—imagining those soft lips wrapped around my cock.
The thought alone has me ready to come in my boxers.
I want to take it out. Stroke myself right here. Paint her face with everything she’s done to me.
But I hold back.
I haven’t decided which version of me gets to have her first. And I won’t risk ruining it by revealing too much.
Not yet.
Instead, I reach out, tucking her hair behind her ears, fingers brushing gently over her scalp.
“Sleep, Angel.”
She watches me, confusion and questions swirling in those amber eyes.
But she listens.
She always does.
She settles back against the pillows.
And as I watch her breathing slow, I whisper into the air—too quiet for her to hear: “I love you.”
I’m pacing.
Have been for hours since I left Emily’s.
I can still feel her on my fingers. Smell her on my skin. She came apart so fucking beautifully.
I’m hard as a rock—despite having taken care of my aching cock twice already.
On the cameras, I watch as she stirs. Her eyelids flutter open.
She reaches out a hand—
Is she reaching for me?
My chest squeezes.
She wants me.
Her brow furrows as she sits up. She licks her lips, like she can still taste herself.
Fucking hell.
I grab my phone.
Anonymous: You’re so pretty when you come, Angel.
She reaches for her phone. A flush spreads across her chest and cheeks.
She types.
Emily: So I didn’t imagine that?
Anonymous: Nothing imaginary about the way your cunt squeezed my fingers.
Her blush deepens.
Emily: Are you watching me right now?
Anonymous: Would it turn you on if I was?
She hesitates.
Emily: Yes.
I groan, pulling out my cock again.
Anonymous: I’m turned on too.
Emily: Really?
She’s naked. On camera. And she’s asking that?
Anonymous: You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, Angel.
She frowns.
Emily: I’m not. I need to lose weight.
I freeze mid-stroke. Rage sparks hot in my veins.
Anonymous: You need to do no such thing. I’m obsessed with your body, Emily.
One tear slides down her cheek.
It guts me.
My fingers fly over the keyboard.
Anonymous: I love that you’re not delicate.
That your body isn’t breakable. Because the things I want to do to you, Angel?
I want to fuck you so hard you see stars.
I couldn’t do that if you didn’t have hips for me to grab.
I want your big tits bouncing in my face while you ride me, taking your pleasure like the goddess you are.
I want to see your ass jiggle while I fuck it.
You are perfection. Whoever made you feel anything less than heaven on earth—I’ll make them bleed.
Her chest rises and falls quickly as she reads.
She closes her eyes, breathing deeply.
She doesn’t believe me.
Not yet.
But she will.