It’s a whisper, a gasp, in a tone I’ve never heard from myself before and never want to hear again.
Not because I don’t think she’d like the way her name sounds coming from the pit of euphoria inside of me, rather because I shouldn’t be doing this.
Hiding outside of her bedroom door; watching her sleep while the moonlight gently exposes parts of her body isn’t normal.
However, I don’t have the power to stop myself either.
Giving my balls another firm tug, I grind my teeth together from the pain, then begin to stroke my dick faster and faster. My breathing is quickly becoming shallow as I feel my head starting to swim.
All of the things I could try to do to her, all of the things she could probably teach me—it’s all I need to imagine as I feel a warm, thick stream of cum shoot out of the head of my cock.
Feeling an odd sense of accomplishment instead of the shame I was so sure would wash over me, I push my boxers down and step out of them.
Wiping my hands clean, I pull Luna’s door closed then head down the hallway toward my room.
With as much as I didn’t want another stranger in this house, I’m beginning to think it won’t be so bad this time.