no turning back

• twenty six •

elijah

The feel of something warm wiggling between my arms stirred me. I tightened my hold around the struggling victim and peeked out of one eye.

Gladys huffed from where she lay trapped against my chest. Brows furrowed, her lips pursed cutely.

"Where do you think you're going?" I grumbled.

She jolted. "Just the bathroom."

Pulling her closer, I pressed my face into the crook of her neck. She sucked in a sharp breath.

"It's going to be your fault if you squeeze the pee out of me. Wow, that rhymed."

My lips curved into a smile. "I can't let you go. I sleep too well with you in my arms."

"Says you," she retorted. "You put off heat like a freakin' fireplace. I think I sweat through my jammies."

"Get used to it, Angel." I pecked her lips. "I haven't slept like that in three years."

"Well, you better have enjoyed it," she grumbled, thrusting my arms open and squirming away, "because we're not doing it again."

"We didn't even do it."

Her eyes went wide before narrowing. "We will not be sharing a bed again," she clarified, her complexion rosy.

"Is that so?" I smirked.

"Yep," she fired back, sliding off the bed. She stomped into the bathroom with her chin raised in defiance.

Lifting my hand to my nose, I sniffed at the sticky, dried fluid between my fingers. The sweet and earthy fragrance of her pussy still lingered on my skin. I hummed and shoved the covers away in pursuit of the source.

My little fair-haired wife stood at the sink, scrubbing her teeth. Her eyes bore into the mirror. I wondered if she was admiring all the things about her reflection that I was. She tensed and glanced at me through her periphery.

I slipped wordlessly behind her, caging her against the vanity between my arms. Her round hazels flicked up to mine in the mirror.

"You feel good," I murmured into the side of her silky neck.

My lips traced a path down to her collarbone, sucking and nibbling along the way. Her entire being enticed me from its sweet smell to her soft skin and deep sighs. She teemed with energy while also exuding a natural calm. I couldn't help but relax when in her presence.

"Do not get horny," she said, flattening herself against the sink to put distance between us. "I will karate chop your dick."

I grinned. She looked adorable with the toothbrush dangling from the side of her foamy lips. My mouth watered at the idea of licking hers clean.

"Sounds like you are the one getting horny," I said.

She threw her ass back push me away but the moment her bottom landed on my hard cock, she locked up. I groaned, my fingers curling into the cold marble. Her body felt so fucking good against mine. She was made to fit here in my arms, her curves aligning perfectly to all of my corners and edges.

"You're sick." She raised a brow at me before spitting her toothpaste into the sink.

My throat bobbed at the sight. I drew my hands inward to grab her waist. "Only for you."

She turned around and looked up and down my bare chest. I brought one of her hands to my pec, placing her palm directly over my throbbing heart.

"I'm all yours," I murmured. It was cheesy as fuck but I meant it so I didn't care.