Always Wanting (Consumed)

I spy Poppy in her bedroom through her window. She looks agitated as she takes the pins from her hair and carelessly throws them on her dresser. Her thick, beautiful brown hair falls around her shoulders. I want to wrap my fists around it to hold her in place as I fuck her from behind. Or have it surround us in a curtain as she rides me from above. Have it tickle my abs and thighs as she takes me deep into her throat.

So many possibilities that will soon become a reality.

My body tightens in anticipation.

Poppy’s hands move to the first button of her shirt and slips it through the hole. She moves to the next, and with each button released, it exposes more of her cleavage. When she makes it to the second to last button, she slips her feet from her heels. Finally, on the last button, I hold my breath and grip the windowsill tightly. I groan quietly when she turns her back to me and makes her way to the bathroom, slipping the silky material down her arms and throwing it in the hamper outside the door. Her tanned back faces me, and I can see the gray straps of her bra. When she finally turns back to me, I notice she’s wearing one of my favorites. It’s lace, and it plumps up her breasts nicely. It doesn’t hurt that I can damn near see her nipples through it.

She reaches back and unclasps it, but before I can get a glimpse of her tempting breasts, she closes the door, blocking out my view. I drop my head and take a deep breath. I don’t bother with pulling out my phone to watch the video feed. The bathroom is the only room I don’t have a camera in. Even I have my limits. I don’t want to take away all her privacy.

Watching Poppy always gets my blood pumping. I don’t know what it is about the woman, but she drives me crazy, in body and mind. It’s like my soul recognizes her as it’s other half and it’s fighting desperately to get to her. It’s sounds corny as shit, but there’s something about her that calls to me. It has from the second I laid eyes on her. I knew right away that I would have her. It’s not often that I don’t get what I want, and I don’t plan to start now, especially with Poppy. I never intended to take this long to make my intentions known. It was only meant to last until I was in a place where I could pursue her. But when that finally happened, I was already ensnared. Watching her became my addiction. The thrill was overwhelming, and I had no intention of stopping. Poppy’s mine anyway, so I don’t see how it’s a problem.

I stand outside her window for another fifteen minutes, contemplating as to how much longer I can restrain myself from touching her, when she finally opens the bathroom door. She appears in a white robe with steam billowing out around her, making her appear like an ethereal angel. Her hair is piled on top of her head with a few wet tendrils falling around her face which is scrubbed clean of makeup, just the way I prefer to see her. She’s naturally stunning.

She walks on bare feet to her bed, and I move to the other side of the window to keep her in view. Holding my breath, I ready my body for the sight I know is coming. Just as predicted, with her back once again to me, she lets the robe fall down her arms and lays it on the end of the bed. Seeing her smooth, plump ass, I imagine myself squeezing it in my hands as I hold her up against a wall and pound into her. The thought has my cock testing the strength of my slacks.

She sits on the side of the bed and applies the citrusy lotion to her hands and arms before crawling beneath the sheets and comforter. I love that she sleeps naked. It’s just another thing we have in common. It’s hot as fuck, and I’ll never have to worry about clothes getting in the way when I want to sink into her pussy. And I know it will be something that will happen numerous times throughout the night. I could never get enough of her, but it’ll be fun as hell trying, and very satisfying, I’m sure.

She fiddles with her phone for a few minutes before she puts it down on the nightstand and turns the lamp off. The room darkens, except for the small night light she has plugged in beside the bathroom door.

I give her forty-five minutes, and when I haven’t seen her shadowed form move for a while, I pull my key ring from my pocket and walk to her back door. Soundlessly, I unlock it and walk through it and into the kitchen before closing it behind me. The room is lit by the light above the stove, showing everything in its place. I noted a while back that Poppy is a neat freak.

An uncontrollable need to see her drives me forward down the hallway that leads to her room. I pass by the half bath, spare bedroom and linen closet before stopping in front of her door. I fist my hands before I push it open. This shit is pure torture; seeing her and not being able to touch her really tests my restraint.

Once I have myself reasonably under control, I step over the threshold and my eyes immediately zero in on her. I keep them there as I w

alk slowly to the side of the bed she’s on. She’s lying mostly on her stomach with the sheet down to her waist, exposing her bare back, and one of her bent legs. The tattoo of a burning rose she has right above her left ass cheek peeks out at me. It’s in contrast to the Poppy I know and proves there’s an inner vixen she hides from people. My mouth waters when an image of me licking that damn tattoo pops into my head.

My eyes roam up her back and over her shoulders until they land on her face. Even in the darkness, I can see she looks relaxed in her sleep. Her thick lashes rest against her cheeks, hiding her beautiful jade green eyes from me. Something pulls at my heart at her content look.

I barely suppress the urge to crawl into bed with her. Soon, I tell myself. Soon I’ll allow myself the freedom of actively and openly pursuing her. My need for her is growing, and as much as I enjoy watching her in the background, I know I won’t be able to keep things like this much longer.

I get down on my knees beside the bed and take in her features up close. Her thick, dark lashes rest against her cheeks. Her mouth is open slightly, and I can hear her breathing. I lean closer and smell the minty freshness of her toothpaste. Her hair is still up in a band, but a small portion has fallen on her cheek. Knowing I shouldn’t, but unable to stop myself, I tentatively reach out and brush it away. She releases a small sigh, and I still as she adjusts her position. Seconds later, I release a quiet breath when she rolls more to her side, showing me a glimpse of her generous tits. I’d already taken my tie off in the car, so I reach up and release a couple buttons on my dress shirt, making my rapid breaths come easier.

Making sure her eyes are still closed, mine move back to the plump mounds in front of me. Before I realize what I’m doing, my hand palms my dick. It’s hard as steel and aching like a bitch in my pants. I’m tempted to take it out and really give it a rub, but I nix the idea. I’m already taking a risk by being in here, but it’s something I can’t control. It’s not something I want to control. Being in her vicinity feels too good and right.

I sit there for a good hour, just watching her sleep, before I force my legs to stand. I don’t want to leave her. Every time I do it gets harder and harder. My need grows every day. I’m not under the illusion that it’ll be easy. I have no doubt she’ll put up a big fight once she finds out what all I’ve done and who I am. I know I’ve gone too far with my obsession and it’ll freak her out in the beginning, but in the end, she’ll be mine. I have every confidence she will be. Once she realizes that I’m the only man for her, that I’m the only man that can give her what she needs and wants— not just materialistically, but emotionally—she’ll see reason. It’s cliché as shit and it may make me sound like a pussy, but I’m the man that will love her the hardest and make it my mission in life to keep her happy.

With one last glance at Poppy’s face, I reluctantly leave her behind. Knowing I’ll see her tomorrow makes it easier, but not by much.

I pull Poppy’s door closed behind me, just the way it was, and slowly make my way back down her hallway. My chest hurts with every step I take away from her. It’s ridiculous to feel this way.

I love all the excitement of creeping around, watching her, obsessing over her, but the most important reason I haven’t openly pursued Poppy yet is because of the anger I know she’ll feel toward me once she finds out the lengths I have gone to to invade her privacy for my own selfish reasons. I’m not ready for her anger, her hate, or even worse, her fear. Fear is the very last thing Poppy should ever feel when it comes to me. I’d cut off my dick and shove it down my own throat before I ever hurt her. She is to be cherished and treated like gold.

I plan to have one hell of a fight on my hands, but it’ll be worth it, and no matter what it takes, I will have her where I want her.

As I walk by the living room, something catches my eye. There, sitting on an end table is a vase filled with sterling silver roses; Poppy’s favorite. My lips tilt up into a smirk when I see them. I walk over and run my fingers over the soft petals, thinking that Poppy’s skin would feel just as soft. I look around the already familiar living room and see everything meticulously placed. I like that she’s well-organized. I’m not a neat freak myself, but I do like order. It just makes life easier in general.

I move from the living room and back into the kitchen. It takes every bit of strength I have to unlock the door and step outside. If it were up to me, I’d be with her every day and night, 24/7, never letting her out of my sight. I could look at her forever and never get tired of her beauty.

It’s coming up on midnight and the neighborhood is dark and quiet. Luckily, the houses are spread out, so the chances of someone catching me breaking in through the fence are small. I also own several different cars. I frequently change the ones I use so Poppy, or anyone else in the neighborhood, doesn’t become suspicious.

I grab my keys from my pocket, unlock my door and climb inside. My hand automatically reaches for my phone, pulling up the live feed of Poppy sleeping. She’s in the same position I left her in.

Setting my phone down in its carrier, I start my car and pull away from the curb, already counting down the hours until I’ll see her again.