Yale…

I watched myself disappear inside of her and was transfixed by the sight, hypnotized by it as I slid in and out of her wet and waiting pussy. She arched beautifully, her breasts pushed out in front of my face, her reactions as pure and sweet as sun-ripened, low-hanging fruit. I wanted to pluck them all, run back into the dark and gorge myself on them.

I had been intense on purpose, hadn’t tried to ease her into things slowly and had gone all in because I really wanted her to stop me. I wanted her to deny me and leave, and it was something I was good at; self-sabotage at its finest. But she not only wouldn’t be denied, she had kept up so beautifully. Now, I didn’t think there would be any saving us from my devious nature. I was a war of emotions over it, too, emotions I resolutely shoved down so that I could let myself enjoy this.

I curved my arms behind her back and she took her hands from the coffee table, which both surprised me and didn’t. She was deep in her own headspace and my curiosity led me to see what she would do with it. She slipped off of the edge of the table, into my lap, riding me, and I let out a satisfied, ‘ah’ when she took me in as deep as I could go.

Her arms twined around my shoulders and she found a rhythm, and I let her take her pleasure. I liked my women to be willing participants in my little games, just as long as they understood I remained in control. I had never guessed Ally would conform so beautifully and again, I was a mix of emotions over it; overjoyed and miserable at the same time, as I tried to find balance or at least tried to fall completely in one direction over the other.

She bit her bottom lip in that way I found sultry and alluring; her bright green eyes, heavy-lidded with her passion and desire, met mine and it was as if I were electrified. I watched her move above me, poetry in motion and half-regretted that we were out here and not in my bed… but honestly, that was for the best. Had I taken her to my bed, it would mean I had designs on keeping her, and I didn’t think that possible. Not once she got further down this rabbit-hole with me, and damn me that I wanted to draw her in further.

She touched the side of my face and I refocused on her, her beautiful eyes trapping mine, something passing between us in that undefinable way… Whatever she saw in me made her smile ‒ smile! I almost couldn’t believe it, but there it was, this sweet little smile painting her so-soft looking lips, tempting me to kiss her and seal my fate, and for a flicker of a moment I wondered who was really in control.

“I don’t think you’re heartless,” she murmured dreamily, her fingertips dropping to graze my ribs and the ink under my skin there.

“You don’t know me, yet…” I growled, and I turned her to lay her down on the carpet. Her legs wrapped around my hips and I palmed hers, driving into her and pulling her down onto me at the same time. Powerful, driving strokes that made her cry out, those luminous eyes of hers closing, her bottom lip captured between her teeth. I drew it out with my thumb in a light caress and pressed it firmly, but gently past them. She sucked on it like I wanted her to, teasing the pad with her tongue while I drove into her, over, and over, and over again.

I dragged my fingertips over her body, rearing up to look down at her and used my thumb to tease her clitoris gently. She cried out again, arching, heavenly. So beautiful, she came around my cock and as she bent beneath me, I fully expected pure white wings to erupt from her back.

She was perfect, she was everything in that moment and more, and if I didn’t already think I was a devil, the way she looked at me may have convinced me of an exalted angelic status I didn’t possess. Of course, then I might believe myself capable of falling.

Who are you kidding, a voice of betrayal whispered in the back of my mind. You’re falling and you’re falling hard for her. She’s perfect.

I placed my lips above her heart and would devour it if she weren’t careful. She spasmed around me, jolting in my arms, and I died the little death in tribute to her, filling the condom as pleasure rushed out from my center with the power of a nuclear blast.

She clung to me, her arms around me, her head on my shoulder, lips pressed to the side of my neck as we knelt on my living room’s area rug, panting. I didn’t want her to let me go. She felt so good, curled in my lap. Like a purring kitten. Adorable.

You can’t keep her…

I wanted to, but she deserved better than a depraved bastard like me. I eased her back, holding her firmly by her upper arms and with a shuddering breath she sat up and met my eyes.

“Go turn on the shower. I’ll join you, and then I’ll drive you home.”

She nodded, eyes glazed, body limp and it took a few tries and some assistance on my part to get her to her feet. She stood for a moment, trembling, looking well-fucked, and it gave me such a sense of satisfaction that I could almost feel my ego swell with pride at a job well done.

“Go get in the shower,” I ordered again, quietly, and she nodded and moved cautiously in that direction in a trance-like subspace. She would need some aftercare, some time to come back to herself completely, and then I would have to let her go.

I took the few moments I could to clean up out here, dumping the toys in the kitchen sink and disposing of the condom and wrapper in the trash. I probably could have her clean them, but she was beautifully shattered in all of the best ways and I was reluctant to put her back together too quickly. She should enjoy it while it lasted.

I went down the hall, calm and collected, and went into my bathroom. She stood under the gentle rainfall showerhead, face tipped up, eyes closed, and I could picture those missing wings of hers. I wanted to snap a photo and commit this moment to something more permanent than just memory, but I didn’t. Instead, I opened the door and stepped in, joining her.

Her eyes opened and she startled when my hand touched her hip and I smiled asking her, “Where did you go?”

“I don’t know, but I didn’t want to come back… not just yet.”

I knew that feeling. I knew I would have to go back to real life soon enough and I wasn’t ready to leave this moment, right here, with her. I pulled her arms around my waist and smoothed her hair back from her face. The water collected like a constellation in her long lashes and the way her makeup ran in tracks like tears, was painfully exquisite. It was also painfully provocative. I resisted the urge to put my lips to hers. I didn’t wish to lead her on, and for me, a kiss was something far too intimate – yes, even beyond fucking, for me.

“What’s wrong?” she asked and her fingertips came up to trace my features. I closed my eyes and let her touch me, enjoying the light and inspired feeling of her hands on me.

“Nothing,” I murmured, covering my true thoughts. “A bit tired.”

She smiled a little, sympathetically, and murmured, “I can take a cab home.”

“I said I would drive you, and I will. The least I can do is see you safely home.”

“I don’t want to rush this,” she confessed, and I smiled.

“That is something for your journal,” I said.

“Which you’re going to read anyway, aren’t you?”

“True, yes.”

“So what does it matter if I tell you rather than write it?”

She had a point. Of course, reading things was often times easier than experiencing them firsthand. She took a deep breath and laid her head on my shoulder and I cuddled her close. She sighed out, breath rushing warm over my skin and I fought not to shiver from it. It felt good, standing under the warm shower spray, but all good things must come to an end, even if it is reluctantly so.

“Will I see you again, like that, or was this a one-time thing?” she asked, when I pulled up in front of the project building that she lived in.

We hadn’t spoken much between the shower and now, and it had been an entirely too comfortable silence, our energies combining in that perfect way that you only found a handful of times in your time here on earth – or so I liked to think, considering it had happened so infrequently.

“I don’t know,” I told her truthfully, and caught the flash of disappointed pain in the glass of my passenger door.

“Okay,” she murmured without a fight and I felt like scum. She doesn’t know what you can be like… the voice of reason whispered. Her voice interrupted my thoughts; she cleared her throat and said, her voice even and strong, “Thank you for a lovely evening, Mr. Parnell,” and then the door opened and she was gone, striding up the walkway to her building’s steps, up into the courtyard beyond the open iron gate.

“Dammit, Parnell,” I muttered, and smacked the steering wheel of my Mercedes. I sucked in a breath and let it out in an angry sigh, before pulling smoothly from the curb and back around towards Old Town.