He Sees You When You’re Sleeping: A Dark and Steamy Holiday Romance of Obsession and Secrets – Where Desire Meets Danger in the Heart of NYC
He Sees You When You’re Sleeping: Chapter 28

I want to speak freely so badly. I want to praise her every move. Compliment her perfect, naked body displayed for me like the best Christmas gift a man could ask for. But if I do, she’ll recognize my voice. She’ll know it’s me, and that red blindfold won’t be enough to keep me concealed.

My cock is so close to her pussy and as much as I want to thrust it inside of her, I hold back, savoring the wait. Her body quivers with each shallow breath, goosebumps rising on her flushed skin. I trace a finger lightly along her inner thigh, feeling her shudder at my touch. She moans softly, arching her back, silently begging for more.

I lean in close, breathing in her intoxicating scent. My lips brush against her neck and I plant feather-light kisses along her collarbone. She gasps and I have to bite my tongue to keep from whispering her name.

Every fiber of my being aches to fully possess her, to claim her as mine. But I force myself to go slowly, to draw out this exquisite torture for us both. My hands roam her body, caressing and teasing. I cup her breasts, feeling their perfect weight, circling her hardened nipples with my thumbs. She whimpers and arches into my touch.

I trail kisses down her stomach, reveling in the taste of her skin. Her hips buck as I near her center. I pause, my hot breath ghosting over her most sensitive areas. She’s trembling now, her chest heaving. I can see how wet she is, glistening and ready.

Unable to resist any longer, I run my tongue along her slit. She cries out, a sound of pure ecstasy. I lap at her greedily, savoring her sweetness. Her hands fist in the sheets as I focus my attention on her clit, circling it with my tongue before taking it between my lips.

Her thighs clamp around my head as I suck gently, feeling her body tense. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke her most sensitive spot. She’s close now, her breathing ragged and interspersed with breathy moans. I increase the pressure and speed of my tongue, matching the rhythm of my pumping fingers.

Just as she’s about to tumble over the edge, I pull back. She whines in frustration, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking more friction. I kiss my way back up her body, kissing her lips so she has no choice but to smell and taste her own arousal.

She surprises me by deepening the kiss, her tongue seeking mine hungrily. Her hands replace my shoulders, nails digging in as she pulls me closer. I groan into her mouth, my resolve crumbling.

Slowly, torturously, I position myself at her entrance. She’s so wet, so ready. I ease in just the tip, relishing her warmth. Her hips buck, trying to take me deeper, but I pull back teasingly. I want to draw this out, to make her squirm and beg. To drive her wild without saying a word. I also need to slide on a condom before I do anything stupid.

I reach for one of the foil packets I placed on the nightstand when I first entered, carefully tearing it open. The crinkle of the wrapper seems deafening in the silence of the room. Her head turns slightly at the sound, a small smile playing on her lips. She knows what’s coming.

In one swift motion, I thrust inside her. We both cry out at the sensation. She’s so tight, so wet, enveloping me in liquid heat. I have to pause, overwhelmed by the feeling of finally being joined with her.

She wraps her legs around my waist, urging me deeper. I begin to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure through my body. I watch her face, captivated by the way her lips part in silent gasps.

“Oh, yes, more,” she begs, arching her back to meet each thrust. Her nails dig into my shoulders, marking me as hers.

Her breaths become ragged, her moans louder, fueling my desire to give her everything she craves.

The bed creaks under our weight, the only sound aside from our panting and the slapping of skin.

I increase my pace, driven by her passionate cries. My hips snap against hers, driving deeper with each thrust. She’s so close, I can feel it in the way her walls clench around me, in the tensing of her thighs.

I slip a hand between us, replaceing her swollen clit. I circle it with my thumb, applying just the right pressure. Her back arches off the bed, a keening wail escaping her lips.

I grind against her, hitting that perfect spot inside while my fingers work her clit. She’s writhing beneath me now, her body coiled tight like a spring about to snap.

And then something wild and insane comes into me. It’s time. It’s time to reveal who I truly am. Before I lose my courage, I reach for her blindfold.

Time seems to slow as I gently pull it away, revealing her eyes. They’re squeezed shut at first, overwhelmed by sensation. Then slowly, they flutter open, adjusting to the dim light of the room.

Our gazes lock. For a breathless moment, neither of us moves. I see the shock register on her face, followed quickly by confusion, then understanding. Her lips part, forming a silent “oh” of recognition.

I hold my breath, waiting for her reaction. Will she push me away in disgust? Scream? Call me a pervert and storm out?

But then, something unexpected happens. A slow smile spreads across her face, her eyes lighting up with a mixture of surprise and . . . is that delight?

“It’s you,” she whispers, her voice filled with wonder. “I should have known.”

Relief floods through me, quickly followed by a surge of renewed passion. I capture her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all my pent-up emotions into it. She responds with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

With a final, deep thrust, she shatters. Her body convulses, inner muscles clamping down on me as waves of pleasure crash over her. I hold still, letting her ride out her orgasm, drinking in the sight of her coming hard on my cock.

As her tremors subside, I start to move again, chasing my own release. She moans softly, oversensitive but still eager. Her hands roam my back, nails raking my skin.

I’m close now, heat building at the base of my spine. My thrusts become erratic, harder and faster. She meets me thrust for thrust, urging me on.

“Come for me,” she whispers, and it’s my undoing.

With a guttural groan, I bury myself deep inside her as my orgasm hits. Pleasure courses through me in pulsing waves as I empty myself into the condom.

We stay like that for a long moment, both panting and processing.

As our breathing slowly returns to normal, I gently withdraw from her and dispose of the condom. She watches me with hooded eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. I settle back onto the bed beside her, unsure what to say now that the moment of revelation has passed.

I break the silence first. Seems only fair considering the bomb I just dropped. “Are you mad?”

She reaches out, tracing my jawline with her fingertips. “Mad? No, not at all,” she says softly. “Surprised, yes. Extremely confused. But . . . pleased.”

“Pleased?” I echo, hardly daring to believe it.

She nods, her fingers still caressing my face. “I’ve wanted this,” she confesses. “I wasn’t sure you felt the same way.”

I pull her closer, loving the feeling of her naked body against mine. “I’ve wanted this. Longer than you know,” I murmur against her hair. “To finally be able to touch you, to show you how I feel.”

She tilts her head up, capturing my lips in a tender kiss. When we part, her eyes are narrowed. “So you’ve been WinterWatcher all along, huh? The masked man.”

“Guilty as charged,” I admit, searching her face for any sign of anger or disgust. But I see only curiosity and a hint of amusement in her eyes.

She props herself up on one elbow, regarding me with a raised eyebrow. “So all those chats, those steamy messages . . . that was you the whole time?”

I nod, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness.

She considers this for a moment, then smirks. “Well, I have to admit, you had me fooled. But now that I know . . .” She trails off, her hand sliding down my chest. “I think we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

My breath catches as her fingers dance lower. “You mean you want to . . . ?”

“Oh yes,” she purrs, pushing me onto my back and straddling my hips. “I want to explore every inch of you, now that I can put a face to all those delicious messages.”

I groan as she grinds against me, already feeling myself hardening again. “God, you’re incredible,” I breathe, running my hands up her thighs.

She leans down, her lips brushing my ear, and then freezes. Pulling back, she says, “Wait. How? How did you know BlackAsChlo was me? Or that I was her?”

Shit. Shit!