no control

• twenty four •

elijah

We stayed at the table for a long time. It was peaceful, serene. I didn't think about all the work things I needed to do. I just existed.

There, with my angel in my lap, snuggled against me. It was the single most enjoyable moment of my life.

I suspected she had more of a fight to give me than she had put up tonight, but I would take it. I'd take anything and everything she threw at me.

She belonged to me, with me, for me. And I had broken her trust tonight. I would never fail her in such a way again. No one and nothing mattered but her.

I didn't know what it was about her that enthralled me so dearly, that made this cold corpse come to life, but I was addicted. There was no turning back now.

I finally rose up from my chair and placed her on her bare feet. My eyes hungrily drank in the sight of her hard nipples pointing through my black t-shirt, which draped around her rounded hips and thick thighs. She was all plush curves and sweet sin.

Her eyes flashed up to me as she shifted between her feet, sucking her plump bottom lip into her mouth. "You made dinner," she said, "so I'll get the dishes."

When she turned to collect them, her beautiful round ass beamed at me from beneath the gray fabric of my boxers.

I lost complete control and grabbed her hips, yanking her against me. She gasped as my cock throbbed.

Fuck. Fuck.

Every night I spent with her unraveled me more. I didn't know how long I could hold on for.

Darkness breathed down my spine, tempting me. Then my angel turned and promptly swatted at my hands.

"No," she scolded, emerald eyes dancing mischievously. "No whoopie for you. In fact, you don't even get to think about whoopie. Not after today."

The inferno inside me blazed hotter. My grip tightened on her, desperate.

She turned in my arms and poked a little finger into my chest. "You forgot about me." The hurt in her voice broke me.

I'd always struggled to understand the workings of basic human emotion but she simplified things. Although I could feel little but frustration myself, she gave me a viewing window through which I could sense her feelings.

"I could never forget you," I assured her, drawing her completely flush to my front. My cock rubbed against her soft abdomen beneath all our layers of clothes. "I was just a little preoccupied. I'm unused to having another person in my life."

I grabbed her hands and brought them to my mouth. Brushing my lips across her soft knuckles, her eyes dilated and glazed over.

"I promise it will never happen again," I murmured.

She turned her face away and licked her lips. "You're right. Because I'll feed you your own balls otherwise."

I laughed, recalling my earlier threat.

"I'm serious!" she insisted, pulling her hands away and waving me off. "This is your punishment so you won't forget. No touching."

As much as I wanted to snatch her up again, I could sense her frustration. I lowered my eager hands and sighed.

She patted my pec and then turned back around. I groaned at the display of her beautiful ass. My angel grinned as she carried our dishes to the sink.

I occupied myself with getting a container for the leftovers. There would be plenty for her to eat tomorrow for lunch while I was out.