She's already wet.
Drenched.
My cock kicks hard against the zipper.
“Oh God,” she gasps.
“Wrong side, Angel.”
She laughs – a broken, sinful sound – and then groans when I slowly stroke her clitoris, just enough pressure to make her tremble.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper into her ear.
She sounds like someone who knows exactly what she wants and doesn’t hesitate to ask for it.
I like that. Nofuck, it drives me crazy.
Her answer is immediate, confident. “You. I want you inside.”
That’s all I need.
I unbuckle my belt with one hand. Years of practice. Her breathing hitches when she hears the buckle, when she feels me free myself and drop my pants just enough while quickly wrapping myself in protection. I nudge her hips upward, just a little, guiding her, aligning us.
She blinks.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, voice low and rough.
She nods, frantic. “Yes. Yes.”
I push into her.
God… if I’m dead, this is definitely the best experience of my life. Yes, even if I’m dead.
My brain is thinking about other things now… forgive it.
It's all a swirl of her. Heat. Tight. Wet. Perfect.
Her mouth drops open, no sound at first, just this shocked, helpless gasp that turns into a moan I’ll hear in my head for the rest of my life. My hands grip her hips tightly because if I don’t hold on, I’ll lose control in five seconds.
“Jesus Christ,” I grit out, dropping my head back.
She lowers herself slowly, embracing me, inch by inch, until she’s completely seated and I’m buried in her and physically cannot think.
We just breathe there for a second.
Just breathe.
Her forehead rests on mine. Her eyelashes flutter. Her lips are pink and swollen from my mouth. Her wings tremble.
No, I'm not entirely aware that they are fake wings. I believe they are real and that as I said, she is an angel in flesh, bone, and spirit.
And then she moves.
It's over.
I’m done.
Fuck please no… I have to hold on.
