Agape

13*

Dominic

Did that all happen?

I walked through my apartment in a daze; my fingers were mindlessly rubbing my lips. Look at yourself, Dominic whipped to the fuckin max. I brushed off my thoughts and shut off everything. I wish my brain were one of the things I could shut off, too. I glanced at our chairs, and my mind wandered back. I'd never had someone melt so quickly underneath me as she did, and it was heavenly to watch.

I walked to the guest room, which had turned into my room for now. I walked into the bathroom and I stared at myself in the mirror. I still hadn't fixed my hair, and my shirt was still slightly damp from her tears, and it pissed me off. It Pissed me off that she broke down like that and that she didn't understand that I was okay with it. It's okay to have a crazy reaction like that and to have someone comfort you.

I could only imagine the things that Michael said that made her think horrible things about herself. Only imagine the things he said to her when she needed that comfort, needed someone to hug her and let her cry. I snapped the light off in the bathroom and got into bed, anger brewing in my body. A part of me wanted to sit her down and explain how beautiful I thought she was. A portion of me wanted me to lay her down and explore every inch of her body, tell me exactly what she did and didn't want, and another part wanted her to take control and do as she pleased utterly.

I'm not going to lie; I for sure thought I fucked up when I was massaging her legs earlier. I'm not sure why I even tried anything, considering the circumstances of her situation. Still, I couldn't help myself, and then my conscience decided to kick in at the stupidest fucking time. Yeah, fuckin stupid indeed.

Her legs were so soft, and when she moaned out the first time. fuck... that did something special to me. When I heard it come out of her mouth, I thought she was a figment of my fucked up imagination or something.

But when she started playing along and that timid little voice whispered, "Right there," it spurred me onwards. Her groans of pain and her heavy breathing were making me go feral. I mean, she'd made me cum in my pants like a fuckin teenager, all she did was pull my hair, and I was done for. Scratch my back. I was crying and coming undone in her arms immediately. I couldn't remember the last time I'd cum that hard, I hadn't even been touched.

I shifted in bed; I was getting warm just thinking about her. Knowing she was in the next room and was testing a restraint, I didn't realize she needed to be tested. I closed my eyes, trying to force sleep upon myself, when the image of her looking down at me while I was on my knees appeared. My eyes shot open, and I groaned out.

The feeling went straight to my dick, and I couldn't help it. I palmed myself over my boxers and breathed out. Dominic, stop, go to sleep, goddamnit. My jaw clenched at my brain chastising me, but I tried to listen. I tried; I did.

I needed sleep; I hadn't slept properly the last few days. No Ambien equals no sleep. No weed equals no sleep. so I'd been fucked the previous few nights, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.

You'd think I'd be happy seeing her instead of my nightmares. Seeing dead people in my dreams and shit was far less scary than trying to understand the enigma that was Stella. It was far less complicated than figuring out my feelings and how I would deal with them. They were familiar, and she wasn't. She was completely new territory, and I was stupid enough to put myself through the dangerous task of exploring it.

But all I could smell was her.

All I could taste was her.

All I could see was her, and I was fucked.

the fucked up part of me wanted to suck on my fingers again, wishing I could taste her again. I'd never tasted cum so sweet in my life, my god. I knew it was dripping down her leg; the best I could do was wipe it up. If it was up to me, I would've dropped to my knees and buried my face in her pussy all night, but I was trying to be excellent. Trying to be courteous and not do too much.