Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

I palm my cock as it strains against the fabric of my slacks. I’ve only been home from work for a
few minutes, but my first stop was my office where I have a larger computer monitor set up to watch
her on. I’ve scarcely done a damn thing this week but watch Hallie. Watch her draw in her room,
watch her routine with Marie, watch her hum while she does housework like a fucking Disney
princess.
Currently, I’m watching her walk around her apartment in a towel with damp hair after a shower.
I’m bingeing her life like most people binge shows on Netflix, and I’m particularly fond of this
episode.
She doesn’t go to her bathroom to get dressed for bed. She goes to her bedroom. Since I have a
camera set up in there, I get to watch as she drops the towel thinking she’s all alone. Her back is to
me at first, but I certainly don’t mind. The sight of her bare, luscious ass stirs memories of that first
night, her ass an upside down heart I could have gazed at forever as I plunged into her tight little
body.
Hunger hardens my cock anymore. I’m alone and she’s naked, so I unzip my pants and take my
cock out so I can give it a good firm stroke as Hallie turns and I get a view of those lovely tits of hers.
Perfect.
She’s perfect.
It’s harder than it has been any other night since we’ve been apart not to barge in and take her
right now. Her tits jiggle as she crosses the room to get panties out of her dresser and I groan, palming
my cock harder.
Fuck, I want her.
My blood heats, my self-control slipping.
You could have her.
Yes, I could.
Trying to back up and do the right hasn’t worked at all. If she misses me even slightly, I certainly
can’t tell. Every time I glance at my phone, I hope there will be a message from her. Any message, I
don’t care what it says, I just need to know that I’ve skated across her mind once since she tried to
purge me from her life.
On the monitor, I watch her grab an oversized sleep shirt and pull it on. I miss the sight of her
naked body instantly, but I’m still aching with need for her. She could wear a fucking garbage bag and
I’d still be convinced she’s the most stunning woman on the planet.
I need to be inside her body again, but I have to satisfy myself with a peek inside her mind. I
watch her texting on the monitor, so I grab my clone of her phone to see what’s being said.
“I don’t want to go on this date tomorrow.”
I scowl, seeing the text is from Hallie to her friend Charity.