His hands slide along my hips, up to my waist, up to my ribs. The lace is so thin he feels everything—and I feel his every caress.
He’s in no hurry. He’s not the typical man who gets carried away by the rush of not knowing where to put his hands or eyes first.
He takes all his time to worship every part of me.
When his thumbs brush the edge of my breast, I gasp as if he'd shocked me. Actually, hehasshocked me, that's for sure.
There.
He holds my gaze. He wants to see me give in.
“Tell me if I need to stop,” he murmurs low.
I stare at him.
How the hell can he even think that? Of course, I don't want him to stop. “Don't.”
His fingers slide under the lace and free me.
My breast falls into his hands—I don't have particularly large breasts… but he doesn't seem to notice.
Does he like them?
Okay, maybe I can still work on that. I swore to myself I would stop asking myself questions like that.
I am who I am, just as I am. Take it or leave it.
My nipples are already taut, already reddened, and when he brushes them with his thumbs, a desperate moan catches in my throat, and my vision flashes white for a second.
“Fuck, Angel,” he groans.
I rock against him, harder now, chasing the friction. I throw my head back; my wings spread, the feathers stroking his shoulders, throat, and jaw as if they were real.
He bends down and takes a breast into his mouth.
He rips a desperate cry from me. His tongue and that wet heat, the perfect pressure: I thread my fingers into his hair and hold him there as if I might fly away if I didn’t cling on.
My hips jump as his fingers find me. I bury my face in his neck, breathing hot and fast, my hands clenched in his hair as if I were holding myself together.
I’m already wet.
Soaked.
I feel his dick kicking against his zipper.
“Oh my God,” I pant.
“Wrong side, Angel.”
I laugh—that was genuinely cute—and he groans as he slowly strokes my clitoris, the perfect pressure that makes my thighs tremble.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers in my ear.
I like this. No, I'm going crazy.
“You. I want you inside.” The answer comes out instantly, confident.
That's all he needs.
