Her

“Did you want salt or butter on the popcorn, babe?”

“Both! You know it’s always both. ”

“Popcorn is popping, wine is here… What else do we—”

“Can you come fix this again? Damn remote, I never understand why it— ”

My husband takes the remote from my hand and with a few quick movements, suddenly it’s working again.

“Okay, see, how did you do that? The remote just listens to you. I was literally pressing that same button. ”

“It’s a gift, what can I say? Remotes love me. ”

He heads back to the kitchen to get the popcorn and I turn to the TV, scrolling to try to find our show with a remote that suddenly works just fine.

“Okay, so can you tell me again… what is so great about this show that we had to cancel our plans to watch it tonight?”

“I don’t know, it’s like… it’s hard to explain. ”

“What’s hard to explain about a bunch of women finding it attractive that he’s a creepy stalker boyfriend who traps the current woman of his obsession in a glass case and taunts her before killing her? Oh yeah, he also kills literally everyone in her life if they so much as look at her sideways because that’s totally normal. Then you’re telling me it’s not the first time he’s— ”

“Okay, it’s not like that.”

“That is literally the entire first season, babe. Then this other chick comes in, what’s her name, Hope or Lust or something? And she’s the same kind of insane but also somehow worse?”

“Oh my god, did you even watch any of the first 3 seasons with me?”

“I tried not to.”

“Mmm, popcorn, perfect. And the–”

“Your wine, m’lady. Wouldn’t forget that.”

“Okay seriously though, I have to ask… do you really think this guy is attractive? Like the actor, sure… but… that guy?”

The look on his face is genuine and I can tell he’s trying not to tease me too much about my ridiculous obsession with this show.

“Yeah.”

“Okay but like his character, isn’t liking him kind of strange, though? I mean he literally— ”

“Oh my god. Okay, so it’s not about what he does. Like is he a bad guy, absolutely. His obsession with these women doesn’t just border on crazy, it is crazy.”

“Buuuut….?”

“But… okay, do you remember when I first showed you the trailer for this show? The first season, as he’s watching her, and he’s narrating what she’s doing… but it’s more than that. He’s asking himself things about her; what is she thinking? The clothes she’s wearing today, why did she pick those? The book she’s reading, does she like it?”

“Yeah, and you’re telling me that’s not creepy?”

“The actions, obviously. But the amount of attention he’s paying her, the curiosity he has about her, the fixation on her… he pays attention to the smallest details. I don’t know, there’s something kind of… I guess some people just find it romantic in a twisted kind of way. ”

“Some people?”

The smirk on his face is bordering on smug and I roll my eyes at him, giving in.

“Okay fine, you caught me. I think he’s hot, okay? The whole show is hot, full of hot people, doing insane things, and it’s sick and twisted and hot - and I love it. But I mean, have you heard the way he speaks, come on, how could I not— ”

“Hello, there. Who are you?”

“Oh god. ”

I hate to admit just how much that turned me on. He actually kind of sounds like the guy…

“I mean come on, you find that sexy?”

My cheeks flush a little and I quickly glance at the TV, suddenly not wanting to meet his eye.

“Oh my god, you do! That totally did something for you, didn’t it?”

“Okay, you sounded a little bit like him, that’s all. Come on, let’s just watch the— ”

He pulls the remote out of my hand and holds it up high. I struggle on my tiptoes to reach it, but can’t.

He wraps his free arm around my waist and pulls me tight into him.

“Oh, no, you are never living this down… I could have some fun with this.”

Although we were just having a completely normal conversation, I’m suddenly aware of how the muscles in his arm flex around me, the grip of his fingers on my side… and the way my hands are pressed into his chest. I’m aware of the way he’s looking down at me, that mischievous smirk on his lips.

“What kind of fun were you thinking?”

“Well… let’s picture a scenario where a woman… let’s say you, for example… she’s getting ready for work in the morning… in front of a big beautiful window… kind of like the one we have in our bedroom.”

His grip around my waist tightens a little as he continues.

“What she doesn’t know is that a man is watching her through the window. Watching her choose her outfit… get dressed… slide on those black heels. Walk over to her vanity and choose her favorite pair of earrings. He wonders where she got them. She wears them every day, but they don’t look expensive. Sentimental then, maybe. He knows he shouldn’t be watching her… but he just can’t help it. The way she stands by the window, her blouse slightly open… she wants to be seen. ”

His grip loosens and he leans down to whisper in my ear

“And now, all he can think about is one thing; her.”

His lips are hovering just above my ear, and a chill shoots down my spine.

“What happens next?”

“He watches her. Stays with her. As she gets her morning coffee… he notices how she takes it. Then to the subway. He’s getting bolder now, following her in broad daylight. But the way she moves, the way her hair falls, he just… can’t help himself. She makes him weak. ”

His lips linger on my neck and slowly, his mouth opens and his lips part, and he begins to suck on that one spot he knows I like.

His teeth sink into my skin, gently… he tosses the remote onto the couch and his hands are greedy, roaming my body, hungry…

“Then what?”

“All day he watches her. Mesmerized by her slightest movements. The way she moves, the way she speaks. Trying to etch into his memory every part of her that he can remember.”

He runs one hand down my side and wastes no time pushing beneath the waistband of my jeans. He parts my pussy with his fingers, sliding them onto my clit.

“Oh god…”

“The next day, he finds himself outside her window again. Has she seen him? He doesn’t know. But he doesn’t care. He’s in too deep now, she consumes his every thought. He vows to protect her. She is his, belongs to him now. Nothing or no one… can take her away from him. ”

His hand is around my neck, pressing gently on the sides, while the other toys with my clit as he speaks. Fuck, it feels so good.

He trails his touch down a little further to my entrance and slowly sinks into my needy pussy as he continues…

“Every day he watches. He can’t stop. It’s like an addiction. She is an addiction. And he never wants to be clean again. He can’t be. Again… and again… he watches her. ”

The last words are punctuated by deep thrusts of his fingers inside me, and I feel my knees start to buckle.

My eyes have been closed this whole time, my face buried into his chest. For the first time, I look up at him, and the glint in his eyes is desperate and needy.

“He thinks about her lips…”

The grip of his hand on my neck loosens and he slides his thumb over my lips, smearing my lipstick across my cheek.

His fingers thrust inside me again… curling at just the right spot.

“Not just the shape of them or how they feel. No. He needs to know every joke she’s ever told, every secret those lips have kept, every lie that has spilled from them… ”

He moves his hand down my chest, cupping my breasts through my t-shirt before moving down lower… sliding his hand up again, onto my bare skin… Pulling my nipple as his fingers move in and out of me…

He strips my shirt off and I pull away from him for a moment to slide my jeans down to my ankles. I can’t keep my lips off him, I need his hands back on me, his fingers inside me…

I fumble with his shirt and pants, trying to get them off, trying to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin.

Finally, he pushes me back onto the couch and I let myself fall, his body weight soon on top of mine. God, he feels so warm…

““Then what?””

“Soon it’s not enough to just watch her. He drives himself mad with thoughts of her - what is she doing right now? Who is she with? She needs to be with him. She belongs with him. ”

His fingers slide inside me again as he speaks, pressing his lips to my ear as he pins me onto the couch.

“Everything she does, everything she is, everything… his.”

“God, you’re gorgeous. Grind on me, baby. That’s it… ”

“Fuck me. Fuck… please. I need you…”

“His fingers leave me and I hate it. I need him, I need— ”

“Turn around. On your knees… ”

He helps flip me and I’m surprised by the strength of his arms around me, the force he uses to settle me into position… I’m surprised by how much I like it too.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Please, I—”

I’ve never seen him like this before, but god, I really like it.

The grip he takes on my hips, the way his knee pushes between my legs spreading them further, how his hand curls into my hair as he eases inside me…

“Fuuuck yes. You feel so good. So fucking good. You’re mine. Mine. Say it. Tell me you’re mine. ”

“Yours. I’m yours—”

The way he fucks me, we haven’t fucked like this in years. He’s pushing into me with such power, his grip on my hair tight at the ends, pulling my head back. My nails dig into the couch pillow as he thrusts into me over and over again.

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours.”

“Fuck yes. God, you feel good.”

Suddenly, he pushes my head down into the pillow, the flat of his palm against the side of my cheek. Pinning me…

This side of him is so fucking sexy, the idea of him taking control, of him pinning me here, unable to move, while he takes what he wants.

“Play with that clit for me. Put your hand between your legs. ”

I do as he says and slide my hand down, my fingers toying with my clit, swiping back and forth as he thrusts into me again and again…

“Yes, baby, don’t stop. Fuck, harder. Yes, oh my god. Yes…”

“Cum for me. Cum all over this cock, baby. You can do it for me, come on… ”

“Wow, it’s been a while since we did that…”

“Yeah.”

“I can’t believe that got you so—”

“Oh, are you complaining about it?”

“No, no. Not at all.”

“Didn’t think so.”

I roll forward on the couch and he settles in behind me, pulling the blanket draped over the back of the couch over us.

My fingers trail up and down his arms, tracing the visible veins as he plants a kiss in my hair.

“Ready to watch the show now?”

“Mmm, yes, please.”

He leans forward to grab the remote, and I look back at him. He looks down at me and the smile on his face melts me.

“Hey… thank you. For not judging me with the… you know. It means a lot that I can be open about the stuff that turns me on, even if it’s a little…”

“Insane? No, it’s okay, babe. I’m glad we can still find ways to keep things interesting. And I mean… it benefits me, so I really can’t complain. ”

“Shut up and press play.”