“In my heart I feel like we know each other so well. But people change. There’s so many things I want to rediscover about you. So many questions I’d like to ask.”
“The only thing you need to worry about right now is answeringmyquestion, beautiful.” Somehow, she’s already breathed life back into my grandfather’s old house. Made it feel like a real home. This is what I want every day. Angel waiting for me with a smile and a kiss.
Her head tilts back and she licks her lips so seductively my cock jumps. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
I run my fingertips teasingly over her lips. “Do you still like pizza?”
She rolls her eyes. “Almost as much as I love you.”
“Still an Eagles fan, too?”
She nods enthusiastically. The only reason she likes the Philadelphia Eagles is because we share the same name. I remember the first time we watched a football game together, when the wide receiver ran in for a touchdown she called it a home run.
She pulls me down on top of her and I can’t resist kissing her. I wanted to hold off for a while, until I was sure she was ready to make love. A mischievous grin lights up her face.
“What are you thinking about, naughty girl?”
“You.”
I cinch the hem of the nightgown up slowly, revealing her pussy. Slipping two fingers between her legs, I see the early growth of some light-colored hair. Angel is a natural blond—something I hope to convince her return to. For now, to the outside world, she’ll remain Serafina Scala, but to me she’s all Angel. My Angel.
The deeper I sink my fingers, the harder she rides my hand. She’s so slick and tight. Angel moans and throws her head back, spreading her legs wider.
“Lick me, Eagle. Please.”
Not needing to ask twice, I dip down and take a quick taste of heaven as I smile at her. “I want you to come all over my face.”
When we were younger, I set boundaries. Though sixteen is the age of consent in Louisiana, I respected her too much to take advantage of her youth. We got crazy, but I never crossed the sex line. I wanted her to wait and make sure I was the one. I’m five years older than her. It was hard as fuck to keep my hands to myself sometimes, especially at nighttime when we were curled around each other in bed. Those memories are precious to me, but this . . . I bury my face. She thrusts her hips forward and I graze her clit, watching her body light up.
I spread her folds with both hands, marveling at her perfection. “You have a beautiful pussy.”
She chuckles and lets out a long exhale and then twirls my hair around her fingers. “Do I need to hold you in place, Caleb?”
Is she complaining?
I run my tongue up her length and then down again, rough and hard. I circle my thumb inside her and her legs jerk. I do it again. Shit. I can’t wait to be inside her. But I’m a man of my word. I nip her clit and then suck it into my mouth. She falls apart, writhing and crying out. I don’t let up until an orgasm rips through her.
As I sit back on my heels, she raises her head, a lazy smile on her face. “I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to love you, Eagle. I just can’t.”
I slide my boxers off and she stares at my cock. She crooks her finger at me. “Lie beside me, Eagle. I want to touch you.”
I do as she asks, propping my head on my hand. I could stare at her all night. “Where’d you leave your wings?” Something I always used to tease her about.
She leans in and kisses my lips tenderly. “I lost those the day we met.”
Then much to my surprise, she moves downward, her soft hands following the contours of my body, until she reaches my cock. The minute her fingertips make contact, I groan. I’m wound tighter than I’ve ever been, tired of having a constant erection. It’s been that way since the night at the cabin.
Though her touches are shy and inexperienced, the joy she brings me, the sheer pleasure of knowing we have a second chance to live—to be together—is everything I’ve ever hoped for. There’s no other woman in the world for me.
I stretch out, making it easier for her to explore my body. She licks the head of my cock, swallowing my precum with the same enthusiasm as she would a sip of Dom Pérignon. It still blows my mind that I’m the only man she’s ever touched this way. The only one who’s ever made love to her—been inside that sweet pussy. A desperate sense of protectiveness spirals through me. She’s mine.
I climb to my knees and encourage her to do the same. With us kneeling in front of each other this way, naked and equally vulnerable, I gaze into her brown eyes. Drunk on love, I caress her cheek. She shivers in response.
“I’ve waited six years for this,” I say. “Prayed and begged God every night to end my miserable existence. I don’t know why you returned to Holly Beach, Angel. I’m not even sure who to thank.” I stare heavenward for a second. “But whatever the reason, know I will never let you go again. I can’t.”
She rests a tiny hand on my chest. “Living alone all these years has taught me one thing,” she starts, tears welling in her eyes. “You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted—ever believed in. My past is just a jumbled mix of bad memories and a broken heart. But you, Caleb, . . . I love you. Always.”
Handling her like the most precious possession, I ease her back on the fur, spreading her legs with my knee, covering her mouth with mine. Tonight, I’ll make love to my future wife for the first time. Tomorrow, we’ll be married in front of my brothers, making it official. I slide inside her, my emotions running wild. By the fourth stroke I want to explode.
“You’re a fucking miracle, Angel.” I cup her face between my hands as I thrust deeper, not wanting to look away from her beautiful face. “I love you.”
She sighs and clings to me, giving me all the power I need to regain control and make this moment last.
