Fallen Angel (The List #3) (8 page)

I slowly
pull away and look into her huge hazelnut eyes.

“I’m not
making any promises Angel, or declarations of forever. But for me, it’d be
wrong to carry on pretending you’re the same as anybody else. You
are
special and I don’t want to ever give you reason to think otherwise. I’ve got a
lot of thinking to do about other parts of my life but in the meantime I want
us to just be able to go with the flow—”

“—without
having to look over our shoulders, wondering when our time’s up, feeling like
we’re living on borrowed time.”

“Exactly.
Beth, the
chemistry between us—”

“—the crackle of energy when we’re near—”

“Yes. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever come close
to experiencing before. I’m drawn to you relentlessly. I miss you when you’re
not around and this home feels fulfilled when you’re here.”

“Wow. Just wow.” We study each other’s faces
for a while longer, adjusting to our new reality. “Well… as ever, I’m always
eager to please and to compromise when it comes to you G. So, how about I stick
around for a bit?”

“What do you mean?”

“Wills mom is moving in with her on Wednesday,
so I could relinquish my room and stay here for a bit, whilst you get back on
your feet properly. Say, ‘til the end of the week?”

“That sounds perfect, if you’re sure.”

She nods eagerly with a massive smile lighting
up her face.

“So we’re officially
seeing
each other
now then—like boyfriend and girlfriend kinda ‘seeing each other’?”

I nod slowly, matching her infectious grin.

“It appears so, Angel. I think I’m just as
shocked as you.”

That conversation took a whole new turn, I
didn’t set out for this, I don’t think, but it feels undeniably fated.

“But it’s
definitely
what you want
though, yeah? Exclusive, not just sexclusive?”

“Definitely. Now come and kiss your wounded boyfriend.”

She obliges.

‘
Boyfriend’
, now that’s going to take
some fucking getting used to. I can’t deny though, it feels good to make this
decision and act on it instead of constantly sticking to my stubborn guns and
trying to suppress my emotions.

Beth covers her face with her hands but when I
pull them away I see her face is still alight with excitement. She looks so
happy and it’s in stark contrast to the other night when she was so distraught.
This time, I’m grateful to know that I made her feel this way.

We cuddle and kiss and stroke and touch and
smile and laugh for some long-ass minutes. I lose track of time and it feels perfect.

Somewhere amid the kissing and touching, the
energy between us flickers from sparks to flames. I’m surprised we’ve lasted
this long to be honest.

“You wanna go upstairs B?”

“Not unless you’d prefer to. You’re actually perfectly
positioned for what I have in mind for you.”

“Really? And are you going to enlighten me?”

“Let’s just say it involves, less clothes and
more… skin. Less talking and more… tasting.”

The way she’s talking right now is doing it for
me. The fact that’s she’s oblivious to exactly how sexy she is, makes her all
the more intoxicating. She swivels her feet onto the carpet and takes another
sip of her orange juice, offering me some in turn.

“So, this is what’s gonna happen. I’m going to
the kitchen to get a refill for us. You’re going to use that fancy contraption
of yours to put some music on.”

“Anything in particular Boss?”

“Careful Jax, I could get used to that…
Anything slow and sexy.”

Beth stands up and puts her hands on my knees,
leaning down to bless me with a lingering kiss full of filthy promises. I’m
still licking my tingling lips as I allow her hips to sway my eyes into a
trance whilst she disappears down the hallway. But not before instructing me to
‘
lose the tee’
too.

That’s my girlfriend. My beautiful, sexy,
angelic, fucking badass girlfriend. Mine.

This is a massive step for me, I’ve done it. Instead
of feeling apprehensive, I’m feeling energised, like I’ve made a positive step
with my life. My feet feel like they haven’t moved forward in such a long time.
It’s daunting but for all the right reasons.

I’m going to enjoy tonight and address tackling
my ultimate dilemma tomorrow. Whatever happens I will need to tread extremely
carefully, which requires a clear head.

After setting up my favourite slow jam’s
playlist, I carefully take off my tee and throw it onto the seat beside me. I
use another remote control to turn the small wall lamps placed around the room
onto their dimmest setting, creating a warm cabin-like ambiance. Not too light
but not pitch black like it was once I’d turned the television off.

Beth strolls back down the hallway
barefoot, with her beautiful smile still dancing on her face. She has a glass
of orange juice for her and iced water for me. She puts them down on the small
table beside the sofa, within reaching distance for me.

Nodding in approval at my choice in
music, she runs her hands down from my shoulders to the waistband of my
bottoms, instantly reawakening my dick.

“You followed instructions to my
satisfaction, well done.” She slides her hands down my thighs, nudging my knees
apart. I oblige but then she steps back. “Now, my wounded gladiator, I promised
‘less clothes and more skin’. But it seems you’re ahead of me so I guess I’m
playing catch up.”

That sultry look written all over
her body is telling me that she’s going to strip for me.
God, please say
she’s going to fucking strip for me.

A new song begins and it’s “Drunk
In Love” by Beyoncé.
Note to self: Clarify to Beth afterwards that this is a
readymade playlist.

I didn’t add it myself but from the
wicked smile Beth has just flashed me, she seems to be pleased. She flicks her
eyebrows up and down, obviously happy with the timing of this tune. She pushes
the table slightly to the right and out of her way.

“Turn it up, please.” I do. “Louder.”

So I turn it up as high as I can
before we’d have to start shouting to be heard.

Standing directly in front of me
about six foot away, she points first to her button down white blouse and then
to her trousers. Looks like I have the pleasure in choosing what she takes off
first.

I set my phone to video and show
her my intention.

“May I?”

“You may.”

Propping it up on the arm of the sofa,
I make sure it captures her completely, press record and leave it.

I study her body all over, taking
in every delicious curve and she shifts from one leg to the other under my
intense scrutiny. My eyes land on hers then dip down to indicate her blouse and
back up to her hazel eyes. Beth moves her finger to point at her blouse and I
nod decidedly.

Instead of starting at the top, she
pulls the hem of the blouse out of her waistband and starts unbuttoning from
the bottom. With her feet shoulder-width apart and her hip cocked out to the
side, she looks every bit the dominant female. If I didn’t know her better, I’d
believe this was her preference. But I already know that this is all for my benefit.
Her natural state is to be under my control. She thrives off it sexually and so
do I, which makes this moment even sexier, knowing she’s doing this for me and
realising how much her confidence has grown.

I attach my gaze to her fingers and
watch as they work at the perfect pace, undoing each button from bottom to top.
Without looking I feel the heat of her eyes on me. As she undoes her last
button she swipes either half to her sides and places her hands on her hips, holding
the material open.

Exposing a new lilac sheer bra, she
allows me a moment to fully absorb the spectacular view. There’s barely any
material to it, her nipples are just about covered but the sheer fabric easily
reveals just how much she appreciates seeing how appreciative I am. Her tits
are absolute perfection. They’re larger than average—there’s nothing average
about her body, full stop. This bra keeps her breasts parted with enough room
for my tongue to glide effortlessly through the scenic valley between them. The
cups are only held together by a slither of material at the base of her
plunging cleavage.

The dim lighting casts shadows
across her curves and her toned stomach.

The music matches the moment. Beth slowly
shrugs the blouse off each shoulder seductively and lets it fall down her back
and off at the cuffs, pooling at her feet.

Pointing to her trousers, I nod
without hesitation, earning a smirk that I’m sure she tried to hold back. She
unfastens the waistband and holds the two sides open, revealing the top of her
matching lilac underwear.

Expertly shimmying the trousers off
her hips, she brings her feet together, straightening her legs and casually
glides them downwards, bending her top half over as she goes. The trousers and
her long loose locks meet her blouse gathering at her feet. She holds onto her
ankles, which extenuates how her hips and peachy ass are perfectly positioned
in my eye line.

God, I’m rock hard for her as I
imagine myself gripping onto those hips from behind and tracing her spine with
my lips. Swiftly followed by plunging my inches into her as deep as her cleavage
was and beyond.

When she straightens herself up,
her flushed look reminds me of her gorgeous post-fucked glow. I’m clenching my
jaw and I know she sees the turmoil in my face, because she instantly mirrors
it.

I push one hand beneath my
waistband in a bid to take the edge of the pressure.

We feed off each other’s bodies.
She can see how much I want her and it makes her want me equally so.

I point to the floor with my free
hand and rotate my forefinger, indicating for her to turn around for me. She
obliges, slowly turning on the spot, giving me 360 degrees of palpitations.

Seeing her stand before me in this
sexy lingerie—knowing she’s all mine now—is overwhelming. I want to fuck her so
bad and I don’t mean fuck her like I’ve fucked every other girl in my lifetime.
It has categorically never ever been that way with her. From the second we
touched, we both unintentionally brought emotions to the table and I always
knew somewhere within me that this girl was different.

I knew she had the power to change
me even when I didn’t want to be changed. No matter how much bravado I added to
the equation, it never stuck. It falls away from her like water off a duck’s
back and leaves me stripped bare every single time.

I throw my head back into the
cushions, rubbing my fingers over the top of my scalp. I haven’t shaved it for
a few days so my hair’s longer than usual. I open my eyes and catch a glimpse
of shyness wave over her, then it’s gone.

I mime to her, ‘
You. Are.
Beautiful.’

But she holds her forefinger to her
lips saying, ‘
Ssshh’
. Then carefully unclasps a clip on her bra that was
hidden between her breasts. Holding each cup separately with her elbows tucked
into her sides, she gradually opens her bra and drops the straps off her
shoulders. Replacing her hands back on her hips, standing in just her tiny
G-string, she looks absolutely breath-taking.

I grip my cock harder, stroking
myself leisurely as she watches me, watching her.

I can’t believe how fortunate I am
to have her enter my fucked up life. How can I be the only man in the world
blessed with the opportunity to realise how awesome she is on every level? I
feel a momentary pang of guilt for keeping her all to my undeserving self.