Angel's Secret ✔️

[THIRTY-SIX]

•ANGEL•

~one week later~

"Stop it, Angel!" Aviana hissed at me as I grabbed her leg once again. I laughed at her reaction as she kicked me softly.

We were in her apartment, and she was making dinner for us. We went to the store— spent about an hour there— just so she could make tortellini. I wasn't complaining since all I've been eating this week was her food and boy was she gifted on making home cooked meals. It made me love her even more.

But of course I wasn't going to let her cook in peace. What? What would that make me?

I snuck under the table when Aviana returned to put the plates there. Like a crab, I reached out and softly pinched her calves making her shriek my name. I chortle getting up and bumped my head on the table. It was her turn.

"Hahahah! You pest!" she pointed at me while holding her stomach and snorted.   I pouted with accusing eyes as I rubbed my sore head.

"You're mean to me.  I thought you loved me."

She rolled her eyes. "You've been extremely annoying, babyboy. What's wrong?"

I looked at her thinking for the correct response.  A smirk curled at the corner of my lips when I said, "I'm sexually frustrated."

She snorted once again. "Can't help with that."

She began to walk away when I whipped her back to me and began kissing all over her face. "Yes, you can.  Let me show you how to relieve my sexual frustration."

I took her hand and put it on my crotch so she could feel my erection.  She only blushed laughing softly even though she didn't move from where I'd put them.  "We have to eat."

"I want to eat you."

She smacked my chest with her free hand. "Sex freak."

"Will you relieve me?"

"Yeah, when you don't still cough every now and then."

I let her go making her stick her tongue at me.  I watched in awe as she turned around, her round ass on display.  I licked my lips at what was mine.  She was mine and it was no joke when I said that I was sexually frustrated.  It was only becoming harder and harder for me to hold back.

She brought the dish of tortellini forward.  I was going to dig in when she pointed to the bathroom.  I groaned like a baby before dragging myself there, washing my hands and returning.  We sat across from each other as we ate.  I made faces showing how delicious her food was.

"Your moans are distracting," she told me from across the table.  I smirked.

"That's what you'd sound like when I take you."

She shook her head. "So glad we're not at my parents anymore."

I chuckled focusing back on my dinner.  It was really delicious. 

So Aviana and I have been in her apartment for about a week.  She got a call that it was open the day I first got sick.  She was busy taking care of me.  You know, making me soup, reading me a story (I literally had to beg her and even kiss the ground for her to get that) and she gave me medicine which tasted like shit.  But after awhile my fever broke, my strep throat disappeared with more of that shit I consumed, and I still cough every now and then but I'm much better.  I was surprised Aviana hadn't gotten my sickness since she was around me a lot.