“Talking about who?” she sighed.
“Good answer.” I kissed my way up her neck until I made it to her mouth, where I sucked on her tongue and lips.
“You haven’t even given me a tour of your place,” she purred, head tilted upwards for better access, eyes closed.
“In the morning,” I murmured into the column of her neck. I held her by the waist and walked her backwards to my bedroom. This was Angela’s first time at my place in the months we’ve been dating. I generally went over to and spent the nights at her place just because hers felt more like home than my condo.
I felt her hands go to the buckle of my belt, fiddling with it until it came loose.
“I want you in my mouth first.”
That was enough to make any man just about come in his pants.
She pressed one kiss to my lips before heading down south, easing my pants down as she went, having undone the button and zipper already. Her soft hand made its way into my boxer briefs, cupping my cock before pulling me out. When she puckered her lips and pressed a kiss to the tip a chill ran through my entire body. She began swirling her tongue around the head, and I felt myself growing harder with each passing second. I groaned, helplessly, needing her to end this torment. Moving my hand to her hair, I urged her on. She giggled before opening and fully sheathing me with her hot mouth.
Nirvana.
Heaven on Earth.
Paradise.
All of those descriptions felt too shallow to describe the feeling of her lips gliding up and down my shaft. Her tongue ran along the veins, creating tingling sensations throughout my entire body. My hips began pistoning involuntarily, seeking more pleasure. My Angel took it like a pro. I reached down, cupping the sides of her face, and began pumping harder when her hands went around, gripping my backside. Much too soon, my body tightened up, and semen shot from my cock. To my surprise, Angela didn’t budge. Instead, she took it all, swallowing my load. I almost came a second time when she pulled back and licked her lips.
“You have way too many clothes on.” She stood up, pulling my shirt overhead.
“I’m not the only one who’s overdressed.” I stepped completely out of my pants and shoes, falling back on the bed when Angela pushed me onto it. She quickly straddled me. I frowned.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes.” I sat up to rid her of the camisole and bra she wore but was stopped by her hand on my chest.
“I need to tell you something.”
“Now?” I asked impatiently, trying again to reach for her clothing.
“Yes, now,” she insisted. Her hands pressed against my shoulders, pushing me onto my back again. “It’s serious.”
I observed her. The space between her eyes was wrinkled, brows slightly furrowed, lips pouty. She was heavily contemplating her next words.
“I love you.” She blew out a breath, looking relieved at hearing her own words. “I’m in love with you.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? That’s it? That’s your response?”
I chuckled, hands going to her ass. “I’ve been waiting for you to say it.”
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
“I’ve been waiting to hear you say it,” I reiterated.
“Me?” She sprang up but remained straddling me because my grip on her wouldn’t let her move. “What about you?”
I screwed my face up. “What about me?”
“You could’ve said it if you were waiting on me. I mean, if you feel the sa?”
“I did.”
“What? When?”
