He thought I was asleep. I let him finish beside me for weeks… until I backed my ass into him and whispered, ‘Don’t stop.’ [F21M22][Voyeurism][Romantic][First Time][Creampie]

It started two weeks ago.

We had just moved in together, finally. After two years of dating, a year of teasing, and countless nights dry humping under his covers like horny teenagers. I was still a virgin. He wasn't. He never pushed me. Never begged. Never even asked.

Which somehow made me want him more.

Anyway. That night, I pretended to sleep.

I was facing the wall, on my side, when I heard him shift behind me. Then the softest, barely-there sound. Fabric brushing skin. Rhythmic. Slow.

He was touching himself.

And fuck… I have never been so wet in my life.

I didn't move. Didn't even breathe. I just listened. My heart pounding. My thighs clenching. Every breath he took made my back tingle. My imagination filled in the gaps. His hand wrapped around his cock. His eyes closed. Picturing me.

He whispered my name under his breath as he came. That did something to me I can't explain.

After that… I started pretending more often.

I would lay still, pretending to snore softly, as he quietly jerked off behind me. Sometimes it was fast and desperate. Sometimes slow and careful, like he was edging himself just from imagining things. And each time, I let it build inside me until the morning, when I would sneak off to the bathroom and relieve myself in silence.

It became our little unspoken ritual. The kind that made me feel powerful and wanted and completely soaked before sunrise.

But last night, I couldn't take it anymore.

He thought I was asleep again. I wasn't. He was rock hard behind me, hips shifting under the sheets. I waited until he was right at the edge. I know his rhythm by now. And then I backed my ass right into him.

He froze.

I could feel his heartbeat against my spine. His breath caught in his throat. For a second, neither of us moved. The tension was unbearable.

And then I whispered, "Don't stop. I want it."

He didn't say a word. Just rolled me onto my back, eyes wide, like he couldn't believe this was happening. I opened my legs. Guided him in.

No condom. No words. Just skin and heat and that gasp he made when he felt how wet I was.

He moaned my name, the same way he did in the dark, except this time I was awake. This time, I could feel everything. Every inch. Every thrust. Every little tremble in his body as he tried not to cum too fast.

I held onto him. Clung to him. Let him take what he'd been holding back for months. He gripped my waist, buried his face in my neck, and let go with a groan that felt like relief.

And when he finally came inside me, I kissed his cheek and whispered,

"Next time, you can wake me up."