Voyeurism.

He lay on the bed, his hand slowly stroking his length as he thought of the sweet girl that had captured his heart. He imagined her kneeling before him, her eyes downcast but still shining with desire.

With each stroke, he whispered praises to her, even though she wasn't there; or so he thought, unaware that she could hear his every word, wondering who he must have been speaking to. He praised her obedience, her beauty, her willingness to submit to him and please him in every way, still blissfully unaware of the young woman at his door.

He groaned without restraint as he imagined her soft lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue tracing patterns along the sensitive skin. She pressed her ear to the door quietly listening to him, desperately trying to conclude who must be in the room with him. Whos' skills it was he was praising. Who it was that he was telling how much he loved the way she used her mouth to bring him pleasure.

But it wasn't just her mouth that he craved. He imagined her perfect body, her curves and smooth skin, and he couldn't resist the urge to touch himself as he thought of her. He continued praising her body, telling her how much he loved every inch of her, how she made him ache with desire every time she entered the room.

hearing these words from the man she once took as so serious and cold made her melt, and yet oddly jealous. She grew even more curious and moved ever so carefully, watching him through the slit between the door and the frame. She watched him lying there to her surprise, with his eyes closed, blissfully muttering to himself while he continued to pleasure himself longingly, wishing it were her.

He imagined watching her hands roaming over her own body, mimicking the movements he was making on his own. He praised her touch, telling her how much he wished it was her hands on him, bringing him such peace.

He couldn't hold back any longer, and with a loud moan, he came, calling out her name whist his body shook with pleasure. And as he lay there, panting and spent, he couldn't help but continue to praise the one that had captured his heart.

It was her name.

He lay on the bed, his hand slowly stroking his length still not quite satiated as he thought of the young woman. He had been lost in his fantasies, still imagining her kneeling before him, when he heard a familiar knock on his bedroom door.

He quickly composed himself, pulling the blanket over his lower half and called out, 'Come in.'

To his surprise, the door opened and there she was, the object of his desire, standing in the doorway with a hesitant expression.

Without a word, she slowly walked towards him, her eyes fixed on him as if she couldn't tear them away. She had heard his moans, his calls and his praise. He could see the hint of nervousness in her demeanour, but also a sense of determination.

With each step she took, his heart began to race, and his body filled with desire. He couldn't believe that she was here, standing before him in all her beauty; however, he couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed at the thought that she had heard his prior escapades.

As she stood at the edge of his bed, her gaze finally met his, and he saw a mixture of emotions - desire, vulnerability, and trust.

Without a word, he moved and sat at the edge of the bed, uncovering himself as he motioned for her to kneel in front of him. And with a slight hesitation, she did as he asked, her eyes never leaving his.

With a soft touch, he guided her hands to his already hard length, feeling a jolt of pleasure as she began to stroke him.

"You're so good at that my dear... Here... Let me show you".

He watched as she followed his movements, her hands moving along with his as he continued to pleasure himself.

"Such a good girl... So obedient for me..."

He could see the passion and fire in her eyes, and it only fuelled his own desire. He whispered praises to her, telling her how she was the only one who could make him feel like this, how she was his everything.

As she leaned into place a tender kiss on his length, he praised her oral skills, telling her how much he wanted her to continue. And without hesitation, she did, her tongue tracing patterns along the sensitive skin, just as he had imagined before. Only now he could feel the warm wetness of her mouth and tongue, the softness of her hands on his thighs.

But, just like before, it wasn't just her mouth that he craved. He wanted to touch her, to feel her body against his, to experience the pleasure of being with her in every way.

With a slight movement, he brought her up on to him, having her straddle his lap. As they kissed, their desire and passion engulfed them both. He praised her body, telling her how much he loved every inch of her, how she made him ache with desire every time she entered his mind.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their hearts beating as one as they reached their peak together. And as they lay in each other's arms, spent and breathless, he couldn't help but continue to praise the girl that had captured his heart.

In that moment, nothing else mattered but their love and desire for each other. And as he held her close, he knew that she was the one who completed him, the one he would always want and need in every way possible.