𝗔 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 | angel

P.O.V
Michal
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God she looks perfect, exactly like an angel. Laying before me, across the messy bed sheets that were once neatly made by her earlier. When she scolded me for messing them up it made me feel actual butterflies. She's the only girl that has a mind of her own, no one able to change it once she has it set. She speaks that mind of hers with full confidence. Giving brutal honesty when it's needed, sometimes when it's not. You can tell her mouth has gotten her in trouble many times. But this is what I like about her, this is what I need in a woman. Someone who can stand up for themselves without me there and pull me into line when I'm doing something wrong - like apparently messing up the bed even though she wanted to be pounded into it seconds later. Silly girl.

Even though she has a mouth filled with attitude and stubbornness, I love the way she melts under my touch. Also becoming speechless everytime I tell her what I'm planning to do to her body. No matter how much she doesn't appear as being the submissive type - she sure is the most submissive woman when I give her orders. She likes to admit that she isn't like that, but she knows it turns her on. Her guilty pleasure, constantly fighting a battle in her head of who she really is when it comes to sex.

I stand before her, watching over her quickly falling asleep sprawled across the bed. My dick really sent her to sleep, I will never let her live that down. I was just 20 seconds away from giving her the best head of her life and making her finish, because of course, you always have to make the woman finish. Otherwise the sex isn't really finished nor worth it, is it?

I leave her to sleep, throwing one of the sheets over her bare lower body and putting my clothes back on as it's getting cold in the apartment. I go to turn on the heater as she'll probably wake up cold too. We fucked for 2 hours, which I think she had never experienced before hence why she got knocked out cold. That really did aggravate me, hearing about her past experiences with sex. I don't know if she just has bad taste in men, but she doesn't deserve that. I've seen nothing but good, lovable qualities in her these past few days and she deserves a real man to put her wellbeing first. Her pleasure, feelings and needs first. And I want to be the one to provide that for her.

By this time, it's about to hit 5pm. I'll let her sleep till about 5:45pm, so she's not going to be wide awake during the night. I head to the kitchen to lay out everything for dinner, as well as prepare the table for us and set the wine glasses down. Special treatment for a special lady, I promised myself I will give her special treatment for as long as she is with me. I'm also waiting for my Mom to return my call so I can tell her all about Ellie. She's on a cruise around Europe at the moment, so she gets little to no reception.

My mother would absolutely love Ellie, they would get along so well due to their similar humour and personality. I see my Mom in Ellie a lot, which there's probably some psychological reasoning for that, as I may look for my Mom's qualities in girls due to my Mom raising me with such love and respect. She was always my favourite person, and now I get to share what my Mom has taught me with El. The upmost respect, love, commitment and loyalty. I smile to myself slightly, knowing I finally found my girl I've been searching for, and she's right upstairs, sleeping peacefully like the angel she is. After I 'somewhat' made love to her, passionately... with a side of some dominance and pleasurable punishment for rolling her eyes at me. I just know I've got my hands full, in a good way, because at least I know that I'll never get bored.

After I place the cutlery, wine glasses, placemats and the table centrepiece of red roses that I ran out and got, along with some tall white candles, I decide to take a quick photo for my Instagram story, captioning it 'A special dinner for a special lady'.