Page 31 of Where There's Smoke…
We continue our quest for a release, and soon we’re both reaching our peaks right after the other. My eyes snapped closed as my body shook, and the orgasm intensified as I heard her cries of pleasure. I wanted to record her voice and make it into a song so I could listen whenever. I was obsessed with everything about her and never wanted to change that. She was my one and only, and I planned to make sure that stayed true.
August 8th, 2024 - 11:38 PM
“You’re so pretty,” I say to Angel as I prop myself up on my elbow.
It’s been a couple of hours since I’ve been back home, and after a few rounds of passionate lovemaking, she and I were finally tapped out. I couldn’t get enough of having her near me, and I couldn’t get enough of her taste, smell, and everything in between. Even when we were in the shower, I couldn’t go two seconds without touching her.
By the time we returned to bed, we were both wide awake, so she decided to show me a new hobby she’d picked up while I was gone. I lay there and listened as she explained all about this new Lego set she got, but her words were going in one ear and out of the other. All I could think about was how good she smelled and how her skin glowed from the moisturizer she liked to use. I was down bad for this woman.
“Are you even listening to me, Phee?” She chuckles, finally looking down at me.
“I’m trying, but you’re distracting me with all of your beauty,” I smirk. She giggles, shaking her head. “I’m like really fucking obsessed with you, Sweets.”
“Luckily for you, the feeling is mutual,” she smiles before leaning down to kiss me softly against the lips. I grip her by the waist and pull her down fully as she giggles uncontrollably. I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me, burying my face in her neck. “You’re so damn clingy.”
“Only with you,” I admit. I let out a contented sigh. She places her Lego set on the bedside table and turns in my arms. Once we’re face to face, she reaches up and lightly strokes my cheek. “I’ve never loved anyone as much or as strongly as I love you. I can’t explain why you have such a pull on me, but you do. I always feel like I’m not close enough to you. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“I get that,” she nods. “Sometimes I am ready to crawl into your skin.” She laughs, and I smile, knowing exactly how she feels. “You’re an amazing partner, Phoenix, and my mood is infinitely better every day I see you.”
“Make sure you include that in your vows,” I joke, and she playfully hits my chest. I laugh. “You stay acting like you won’t be ready to marry me the second I ask you. You know you can’t resist me.”
“Have I ever told you how cocky you get sometimes,” she giggles.
“You mean howconfidentIalwaysam?” I smirk.
She rolls her eyes and pushes away from me, but I grip her by the waist, pulling her back into my arms. I kiss her deeply, and just like that, she melts. She couldn’t resist me, just like I couldn’t resist her. This mutual pull had us both in a chokehold, but I knew that neither of us wanted it to loosen.
She pulls back and smiles up at me. “What’s wrong, Sweets?” I ask.
“Since neither of us is tired, do you wanna play a game with me?” she asks excitedly. I groan before sitting up. She follows my movement, sitting up in the middle of the bed. “Pleaseeeee?”
“I do NOT wanna play that damn racing game with you again,” I shake my head. “I swear you be cheating.”
“I DO NOT!” she argues before pointing at me. “You just suck, Phee! Not my fault I’m so skilled.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I playfully wave her off, pulling her between my legs. She makes herself comfortable as she rests against me. “What game are we playing?”
“21 Questions!”
“Are wesixteen?”
“Ugh, you’re so damn annoying,” she groans before giggling. “It’ll be fun. You go first!”
I give her a hard time for a few more minutes before giving in to her request. Over the next twenty minutes, we take the time to ask each other a series of questions back and forth. One thing that stuck out to me most was her answer when I asked her what she would be if she weren’t a pastry chef. She told me that one of her dreams was to be a kindergarten teacher, at least for a day. It made perfect sense to me because she had the personality for it. I could picture her now leading a class of little kids down the hall as she sang a cute little song. It made me smile.
She asked me what my dream vacation looked like, and I admitted that it would involve hiking through a rainforest or climbing a mountain. She playfully teased me because it was exactly what she’d expected, but that was fine. When I asked if she’d ever be down to take a trip with me, she quickly agreed, but only if it were somewhere tropical with a beach she could relax on. I told her that I would keep that in mind.
As we neared the end of the game, the questions got a little more personal, and we talked about things such as our fears and anxieties. She admitted that she was terrified of rats, spiders…and birds. I scratched my head as I looked down at her. She looked up at me and groaned before going into a spiel about how she watched a movie when she was younger where the people were getting attacked by birds, and because of that, she was always scared that they would one day turn on her, too. I tried my best to hold in my laughter, but all I could see in my head was her screaming and swatting at birds frantically.
“It’s not funnyyyy!” she groans, sitting up and crossing her arms over her chest. She looked so cute whenever she pouted; all I could do was sit up and wrap my arms around her. “It’s a real fear, Phee.”
“I know. I know. I’m sorry, baby,” I chuckle and kiss her on the cheek. “You’re right. That is a valid fear. Birds aredefinitelyplotting to fly up on you and peck your eyebrows off.”
“Phoenix, PLEASE,” she whines, and I can do nothing but smile. I loved messing with her.
“I’m just playing with you, baby.”
“You make me wanna fight you,” she snaps, narrowing her eyes at me. When I pepper kisses all over her face, she squeals and just like that, she melts into my embrace.
