“Angel,” I moan.
“Just lie back, princess, I’ve got you.”
I let myself go, allowing my body to fall back against him completely, letting him set the pace—teasing me, edging me. As my orgasm builds, he eases off, going back to featherlight touches before gradually building up again, working his way to my clit and giving me the pressure he knows I need.
I lose track of how long he does this, the water cools but I only feel the warmth from his body and his arm around me. I know he’s finally going to let me come when he slides two of his fingers into me, using the base of his palm on my clit which is oversensitive from the edging.
“Fuck, Angel, I’m so close.”
“I’ve got you, princess.”
The edging has intensified everything, every sensation, every pulse; and as my orgasm takes me it feels never ending, as though it’s too much, but I can’t stop riding it at the sametime. My whole-body trembles, feeling myself clench around his hand. I’m gripping his wrist, keeping his hand in place so I can grind against it, keeping my orgasm rolling as long as possible.
Both of his arms wrap around my body, warming me, holding me tight against him. He whispers in my ear as I come down from the high, telling me he loves me, that I’m perfect, that I’m his. I lay back against him and soak it all up, not in a rush to move or speak, just wanting to lie here and enjoy everything he’s giving me.
Fuck… I’m so in love with this man...
Chapter 20
Elizabeth
We’rechillingonthelarge sofa which fills the living area of the hotel suite, both wrapped in a soft fluffy robe. Angel’s sitting with his glass of whiskey, while my legs are over his and I’m lying back watching him. The faux fireplace bathes him in soft light, making his skin glow bronze. I’m still reeling from the intense orgasm I had in the bath, blissful and floaty, but also desperate to feel him inside me again.
“Has it ever been like this for you before?” I ask.
“What do you mean?”
“Sex… has it ever felt this good?”
“You know it hasn’t,” he says, squeezing my thigh with his hand.
“Hmm… I guess it’s just hard to imagine you being different. Like, how Ana and the girls described you.”
He laughs. “You mean like an asshole?”
“I mean… I wasn’t going to put it like that. I guess I always just thought you sounded a bit selfish in bed, but in reality, you’re anything but…”
“When I was with them, it was a means to an end, it meant nothing. I was always upfront about what to expectand it was their choice to spend time with me. They probably get different stuff from each of the guys.”
“Yeah,” I say, “well I like that you’re different with me.”
“Me too, it’s the first time I’ve ever enjoyed someone else’s pleasure more than my own. Your orgasms are fucking addictive.”
I laugh. “Usually I’d recommend pacing yourself, but I think you should keep exploring that to its full potential.”
“I bet you do.”
He tickles me on my inner thighs and nuzzles into my stomach until I can’t breathe from laughing so hard. We both sit back, trying to catch our breath.
“What about you?” he asks.
“What about me?”
“Has it ever been like this for you? You practically know everyone I’ve been with, but I don’t know anything about you; it was quite a list of names that Ana gave me once.”
“Oh my god, she gave you names?”
“Yep. At the time I was angry because I thought you were cheating on Donovan. But looking back, I was probably more jealous… it was a lot of names.”
