DESIRED (BWWM)

Three Little Words

Someone wanted to know what Tofu lasagna looked like and I aim to please, so^^.

Elijah

"But I want to now Elijah, please," Renée continues to beg and I shake my head against her stomach. "Why!" She yells, yanking on my hair so that I'm looking up at her.

Her pink lips are pouted and there's a look of frustration on her face, she's frustrated alright.

Sexually.

I groan and shake my head again.
If I wasn't so turned on, so painfully turned on, I'd laugh. But nothings funny about this situation, not when I can smell her arousal from my position directly in front of her sweet little cu-

"Why?" She repeats snapping me out of my unholy thoughts. I stand up and reach for the body wash, squeezing it into my palms and lathering her body.
She moans and if possible, I get even harder.

"Stop trying to distract me," she mumbles with her lips to my chest and I smirk a little. "Four more days," I remind the both of us as I kiss her forehead and she looks at me with lust filled eyes.

"I bet I could get you to break if I tried hard enough," she says with a serious look on her face and I nod my head agreeing with her completely.
"You could, but you won't," I whisper running my hands along the curve of her breast before leaning down and taking her nipple in my mouth.

"Why won't I?" She questions in a moan and I remove her hardened nipple from my mouth so I could answer her. "Because," I say simply, sucking on her other nipple as she withers under my assault.

"Because what?"
"Because I'm not fücking you in the shower Renée," I answer and she shrugs her shoulders before speaking.
"I'm not against it," I roll my eyes, lifting her up and carrying us back to the bedroom where I sit her on the bed.

"Maybe the shower was a mistake," I grumble, looking down at my erection and back to Renée, smiling when a blush stains her cheeks.
"I'd say," she whispers her agreement and I sigh, drying us both off before dressing her in nothing but my T-shirt.

"You like controlling me don't you?" She notes as I'm tugging the shirt over her head, pulling it down her body and kissing her cheeks when I'm finished.

"I wouldn't use the word controlling," I answer and she gives me an unamused look.
"What word would you use?" She wonders, wrapping her hands around my neck as I carry us back to the bathroom to brush our teeth.

"Dominating," I reply turning her body towards the full length mirror so our reflections are visible.
"I like to dominate you."

"What's the difference?" She questions, looking at me through the mirror as I bring her back to my chest and wrap my hands around her waist, bending my head so my lips are to her ear.

"The difference? Hm," I mumble looking at us and loving what I'm fücking seeing. The way the different colors of our skin contrasts against the light of the bathroom, the way my body towers over her tiny frame, the way her curly hair feels against my chest, the way my inked skin looks almost violent compared to the smooth caramel of hers. Erotic.

Every.

Last.

Bit.

"To control; is having the power to influence someone or something," I start. Moving her hair to the side and kissing her neck.

"To dominate; is having that power and using it, enforcing it. The word dominate is also related to the word domain, which means home, and when you're the master of a home you dominate it," I finish and look up to see her confused expression.