"And you can sing."
"You too Angel, I'm impressed. I mean I have to, otherwise my band would kick me out. Angel... Do you know who I am?" I ask her and she smiles.
"I didn't have much time to get to know you, Matthew."
God hearing my name on her lips really drives me crazy. I kiss her, devouring her lips until we run out of breath.
"Happy birthday, Angel."
"Thank you," she answers leaning on me. I hold her in my arms. She is perfect for staying here. As soon as the thought makes its way into my head, I stiffen.
"Are you all right, Matt?" she asks as she gets up, looking at me.
"Yeah… you are so beautiful."
"No more wine for you!" she says stealing the glass from my hands.
"Why did you ask me if I knew you?"
"Because you sang my song,” I tell her, getting up. I don't like lying; she deserves much more.
"Matthew West, in my living room. Of course, a little unbelievable," she says, shaking her head, laughing.
"You are too sexy when you smile."
"Then don't make me smile," she responds, approaching me. I caress her face, lifting her chin, kissing her again. Her lips are an addiction.
I detach myself, getting lost in her wonderful eyes. "I better let you rest."
"Do you want to leave?"
I sigh. "I have to, or I won't be able to leave you, baby."
There is a mixture of amazement and sadness in her eyes, and I take her in my arms kissing her again. "I didn't come here to fuck you, Angel. I like you, and I would like to have the chance to really get to know you."
"There isn't much to know about me," she says, wrapping her legs around me, "but you are sweet, and I thank you."
"Tomorrow night, will you come to dinner with me?"
"Dinner with you?" She smiles thinking about it. "Okay."
"For real?" I ask, amazed, and she nods then kisses my neck. I feel like my legs are made of jelly.Shit, calm down, you're not a teenager!
"Baby,” escapes from my mouth and I feel her bite me. I squeeze her buttocks and feeling her skin makes me even more horny.
"You play dirty!" I scold her with a devilish smile.
"Oh, really?" she asks in an innocent voice. "What if I do this?" she says opening some buttons on my shirt kissing my chest. God, feeling her warm, moist lips on me makes me lose all my willpower.
I take her to the sofa, resting her gently and as my mouth takes hold of hers, I grab the hem of her dress that drove me crazy all night and take it off, leaving her just with a lovely pair of black silk panties. Her chest follows the frantic rhythm of her breaths and I kiss her neck, licking and nibbling it as I slowly go down, savoring her skin and breasts. First one and then the other, teasing her nipples, with my hands and then with my mouth. Her moans are special and I love knowing I'm the one making her feel this way. I go down slowly, kissing every inch of her skin, touching her panties, sniffing her scent.
"Please tell me yes."
"Matt, I want you!" she begs me in a sensual voice, which reaches straight to my cock which is so hard, it feels caged.
I kiss her inner thigh as I take off her panties and when I taste her juices and I already know that I will never be able to forget her. The sweetness of her honeycomb is unique as her moans while I lick her mercilessly. I support her legs on my shoulder as I continue my assault, inserting a finger inside her, making her scream my name, her hands grab my hair as her hips move, shaken by some spasms. When her orgasm explodes, I feel her tremble. My eyes never stop looking at the wonderful creature in front of me, hearing her scream my name amid the convulsions of her orgasm is a sound that I would like to hear always, every day, forever.
I go up with my lips on her sweaty hot skin until I reach her lips.
