“You feel so good,” he said, nuzzling his face between my breasts.
I massaged the nape of his neck, then rubbed his ear right by his piercing. “So do you, Angel.”
His eyes flashed, his gaze briefly meeting mine as he took my nipple into his mouth.
It was like he sucked out every thought I'd had. My hips bucked. I rutted against him with aching desire.
“Angel,” I begged.
He rubbed my tender breast before laving attention on the other one. No one had ever known me like this—not even myself.
His tongue was swirling me into another plane and it wasn’t even on my clit yet.
Sweet kisses on my stomach only heightened my need for him. I caressed his cheek, mussed his hair, tried to let my body do whatever came natural because I was finally free to do it.
He kissed the inside of my thigh and stroked my lower lips. “Do you want this, pidge?”
“Yes.” I could barely breathe, but I felt like I could fly, and under Angel’s touch, I sort of did.
He touched, kissed, and sucked me until my whole body shuddered with pleasure, loosening tears and cries of ecstasy.
“Another?” he asked, gently shifting his fingers inside me.
“Okay,” I said hoarsely.
He chuckled, then licked my tender clit with agonizingly light pressure.
Groaning, I bucked against him, searching for more friction. I clutched him and the sheets, a sheen of fine sweat coating me as I imagined what it’d be like if we orgasmed together. If he was inside me. He used two fingers. Three. Pumping, curling.
Oh, scrubs, he was so big. Were his fingers enough to prepare me for him?
Angel lifted his head, his breath warm against my throbbing core.
“Stay with me, Tori,” he said, my essence glistening on his face, and tapped some secret place inside of me.
My brain blanked out with an X-Ray worthy flash. I clenched hard around him, then collapsed onto the mattress. Everything was damp. Our musk permeated the air in a pleasant, overwhelming haze.
“I-I’m sorry. I’ve made such a mess,” I said, my legs splayed open and one arm draped dramatically over my forehead. “I’m so wet. And the sheets were fresh. But I’m not sure I can move, much less do laundry.”
“I'll take that as a compliment.” He kissed my leg, then wiped his chin off on it.
As he propped himself up on his knees, I realized he was hard and waiting.
My lips parted in a silent gasp. “Do you want to have sex? Or I can—”
He caught my hand before I could reach his waistband. “Not yet. I don’t have the time to fully enjoy it. Or snuggle after.”
“Why not?” Wasn’t he off today?
He kissed my knuckles. “I’ve got a morning class.”
“Oh.” My gaze dropped to his aching member, my body still buzzing. “But you had time to give me multiple orgasms?”
“Priorities, pidge.” He winked. “You could thoroughly wash certain parts of me. Or you can stay cozy while I take a cold shower.”
“That doesn’t sound fun.”
“Not everything’s gonna be fun all the time. But it’s better with you.” He caressed my cheek with his clean hand. “Will you come to class with me later?”
