Indebted Love

♡ vingt huit ♡

Soft music blared on my phone as I hummed to the tune, my body on fire as Angel watched me get dressed. He's getting ready for work too, slowly as he undresses me with his eyes and his facial expression- narrowed eyes on my legs, loose lips as a tongue darts out for a lick on his tip lip- doesn't hide what's going on his head.

I smile, lowering my eyes lid as I look at him up and down, those same dirty thoughts in my head- it's been a while since we have been intimate. Sure we had a few quickies here and there; only when we teased each other to the point of insanity as my self-confidence in our sex articulated long nights of petting and deliberate pauses so I could sleep.

Angel twitches at the next opportunity to touch, following me everywhere I go whenever I come home. Seth noted the change and at first applauded my seduction, dropping to his knees when I asked him to show me exactly how proud he was proud of me and gave me three orgasms with his mouth.

My body shook so hard, sleep embraced me, and woke up the next sunrise with half of Seth's body on me, eagerly waiting for me to give him some relief.

I smile sheepishly as I approach Angel, turning around to show my full outfit—silk blue shirt with a button left open, black leather short skirt paired with black tights. Angel couldn't resist running his hands over my hips and around to squeeze my butt.

"Do you want to have a quickie?" He groans, bringing our bodies flush against each other as his lips grazed my jawline and the edge of my lips.

"No, I'm getting ready last minute right now and imma be late," I reply, meeting his lips for a Quick peck then push HIM away so I can put on my shoes.

Angel falls to his knees as I sit on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, grabbing my leg and shoes beside the ottoman and putting it on for me. I bit my lips as Angel frowns, deep in his concentration I admire his gesture and effort, thinking maybe 20 minutes of fun wouldn't hurt.

But Katie is picking me up today and I wasn't sure how long she'd wait for me. And Seth? What if he comes in as well, demanding 3 orgasms for the ones he gave me? No, I need self-control. so much self-control. It might've well-been puppy eyes Angel has on his face, licking his lips and staring up at me, kneeling, pleading for a little taste.

"We just need to come once," Angel suggests, standing to his feet and looking down at me. "5 minutes for you and 5 minutes for me," he goes on, trailing a finger under my chin and the pad of his thumb across my lips.

"Yes, I mean no," my voice wavers a little as I mumble, standing to my feet and barely escaping Angel's outstretched arms.

I randomly pick a bag from the walk-in closet, stuffing it with all of my essentials then walk over to the vanity to put on my wedding rings. I stare at myself with a little despair and hope, knowing that Seth and I are dating now...

I shrug off the negative feeling, deciding to focus on the present. I smile at the mirror to assess how my makeup looks- a little eyeliner and blush, and take a look over my outfit before nodding in satisfaction.

"Angel baby," I called out to him as he came up behind me, "Don't forget about church camp coming up in a few weeks. Are you going to come with me?"

"Probably not, I'm busy these days but Seth can go with you." He leans down a kiss on my cheeks.

"OK," I swatted his arms away, "that's fine then," I skipped out of the door before Angel grabbed me, not forgetting to grab my bag and walk downstairs.

The kitchen smelt like pancakes, fluffy and drenched with maple syrup and honey. It's the one thing Seth cooked for me, shirtless and wearing a pink apron that makes his skin-pop.