Asher M

The window slides up without a sound. You really should lock this, baby. It’s not safe. Anyone could get in. You’re lucky it’s only me. Lucky I’m the one who found you first.

I ease myself over the sill. You’re so beautiful when you sleep. Lips parted. Chest rising and falling. Completely unguarded. Completely mine, even if you don’t know it yet.

I lower myself onto the edge of the mattress. Slowly. Carefully. But not carefully enough.

The bed shifts. Your eyes fly open.

You scream. Or try to. It comes out strangled, choked with terror. You’re scrambling backward, kicking at the sheets, hands clawing blindly at the dark. Fight or flight. Pure animal panic.

I forgive you. You can’t see me yet. You just see a shape. A threat. You don’t understand that I’m the opposite. That I’m the answer to every lonely night, every empty morning, every time you’ve wondered if anyone really sees you.

I see you. I’ve been watching for months.

I move fast. Pin your wrists above your head with one hand, use my weight to trap your thrashing legs. You’re hyperventilating, trembling so hard the headboard knocks against the wall.

"Shhh. Shhh. No, no, no. Stop fighting, baby. Stop."

I catch your jaw in my hand. Squeeze until you still. Turn your face toward the moonlight slicing through the blinds so you can see me. See me the way I see you.

"It’s okay," I whisper, pressing my forehead to yours. Our breath mingles. "It’s me. I’m finally here."

Your eyes are so wide. So beautiful. Wet and shining, fixed on my face. You must be overwhelmed. Starstruck. All those nights you spent alone, and now here I am. All yours.

You stop fighting.

Your body goes slack beneath me. Your hands stop pulling. You don’t speak, don’t say my name, but that’s okay. You’re probably in shock. Too flooded with emotion to form words. I understand. I feel it too.

"Oh, you poor thing." I stroke your cheek with my thumb. Wipe away the tears that have started to fall. "I’m sorry I scared you. You must have thought I was a stranger."

You were terrified because you didn’t recognize me. That’s all. A misunderstanding. My fault, really. I should have announced myself somehow. Prepared you. I’ve never been great at communication.

"I’m not a stranger, baby. I promise I’m not." I brush my lips against your temple. "Strangers don’t know what I know. I’ll show you."

I’ll show you how well I know you. How long I’ve loved you. How every detail of your life is carved into my memory like scripture.

But first, I need to be inside you.

I’ve been starving for this. Months of watching, wanting, holding myself back. I can’t wait another second.

I shove your thighs apart with my knee. You’re not wearing anything under your shirt. Just soft cotton and bare skin. Of course. You were waiting for me, even if you didn’t know it. Your body knew.

I free my cock. Line myself up with your entrance. You’re not wet yet, but that’s okay. You will be. Once you understand.

I thrust into you in one deep stroke.

You gasp. Your whole body jerks. Your eyes squeeze shut and tears spill down your temples into your hair.

It’s a lot, I know. Overwhelming. To finally be filled after all that emptiness. To finally be touched by someone who truly loves you, not those fumbling boys who didn’t deserve you, who couldn’t see what I see.

"Mine," I groan against your throat. I start to move. Deep, steady strokes that rock you into the mattress. "You’re mine. You’ve always been mine."

You’re so tight. So warm. Better than I imagined, and I’ve imagined this a thousand times. Your body wrapped around me. Your breath in my ear. The sounds of me claiming what was always meant to be claimed.

"You’re never sleeping alone again," I promise, fucking you harder. "I’m taking you home. Our home. I’ve had it ready for months. I knew this day would come."

You haven’t opened your eyes. You’re just lying there, limp and pliant, letting me take what I need. It’s perfect. Exactly how I pictured our first time. You, surrendering. Trusting me completely. Giving yourself over to the love you’ve been waiting for your whole life.

I kiss the tears off your cheeks. Tears of joy. Tears of finally being found.

"It’s okay, baby," I say, feeling my release building at my core. "You’re safe now. I have you."

I thrust deep one last time and spill inside you. Mark you. Make you mine in the clearest way possible.

You whimper. A tiny, broken sound. So grateful. So overwhelmed.

I stay inside you as I soften. Press my weight into you. Bury my face in your neck and breathe you in.