He gently felt up her short nightgown, running his hands over her beautiful curves. He was holding her still on her stomach with an easily obtained control over her. She struggled slightly under him, whimpering; which only stood to fuel his desire more. She was no competition for his strength and he knew that. She was so adorable when she trembled like this.
"Please..." She begged. He could tell she was frightened, even tearing up a little.
"Shh..." He comforted, "You're going to be all right, Love..." He removed his hand from under her skirt and ran his fingers through her soft hair.
"God. You're so beautiful." He whispered to her as he kissed the back of her exposed neck. Her body was tense and her fingers clung to her sheets in terror. He had told her she would greatly regret any decision to fight back or call out for help, but he knew could never hurt her. He also had full knowledge that nobody would hear her; nobody was around at this time of night...but it would have ruined his fantasy if she was too disobedient. He was going to make love to her; to this woman he had been craving and watching for such a long time...
His dick was so hard now, he could hardly contain it in his jeans. He had snuck into her house with ease, he knew all the rooms. He knew all the locks. He had carefully planned out his... 'attack', if you will. He didn't like using that term, though. He was here to make her happy. He was here to fulfill his dreams. He deeply inhaled her scent and was lost in a daze for a moment.
"I need you." He confessed into her ear. "I've needed you for a while now. I know you desire it too." As he told her this, he ran his fingers down her back, placing them just above her full ass. She shivered at the sensation, causing him to grin. He pushed his stiff cock against her, making sure she could feel it. She gasped.