Hiding his face in my neck, his hand stops moving to where I’m impatiently waiting for him to touch. I squeeze my thighs together with his hand between them to rub away the feeling when he cups me but doesn’t do more. I’m embarrassingly wet, and the boxer that I’m wearing are damp since it’s the only thing covering me.
“Can I touch you, sweetheart?” Angel’s raspy voice doesn’t help my lusty daze, and I realize I’m not above begging if he doesn’t touch me like I want him to.
I’m about to agree happily, but my words get stuck in my throat when his fingers start to rub me over the material, and only a breathy whine comes out.
“You’re drenched, baby. Tell me you want me to touch your dripping pussy. I promise to make you feel good, but you have to ask, my sweet girl.” Angel rubs small circles on my clothed clit. I didn’t know he was cruel enough to expect an answer while doingthat.
I nod vigorously and squeak a small yes, but when he slows the movements of his fingers, I know it’s not enough this time.
“Please touch me Angel… p-please…” I plead, looking straight into his eyes that are fixed on me.
A tear of frustration rolls down my cheek, and I forget everything when he kisses it away. I hold his face and eagerly lose myself in the kiss while Angel removes the last layer of clothing on me while remaining fully clothed.How unfair.
His mouth muffles my surprised gasp when I feel his fingers massage my slit, getting to know my edges and study my reactions to see what I like.
“Still okay, baby?” Angel murmurs, our lips never separating for more than a second, and I hum before pulling his mouth back by pulling his hair. When I pull harder unintentionally, the majestic groan that follows makes me do it again.
Angel moves his fingers side to side, rubbing my clit when he sees how my hips buck from the motion. His strokes get more confident with every flick, driving me to the edge of release. The sensation is overwhelming, but I never want it to stop.
Angel pulls back before trailing kisses on my jaw to my nipples, sucking on them while his thumb rubs my clit. “I’m going to put a finger in, sweetheart,” He waits a second to see if I want to stop, but at this point, I’ll take whatever he’s willing to give.
I’m drunk on this feeling. The only thought in my head is of him and how good he makes me feel. Angel soaks his finger in my wetness before slowly sliding it in. There’s no pain, his finger slides right in.
“So soft and warm,” he whispers, sliding his finger in and out steadily. I’m in a daze. This feels too good to be real. I gasp when his thumb finds my clit again, and the sparks that follow make me lightheaded.
Angel completely pulls his finger out before sliding in two. It feels strange at first, but soon I’m almost screaming from how his fingers brush against parts of me that make stringing a coherent sentence difficult.
“Good girl. Taking my fingers so well. So warm and wet, baby,” Angel groans when my walls clench on his fingers pumping into me. With every push, I feel myself tightening around his fingers.
“More,” I don’t know what comes over me, but apparently, my body wants more than what Angel is already giving me.
“Is my sweet girl greedy for more? How can I ever say no to my sweetheart,” his husky voice dripping in lust is the best formof torture. Angel starts thrusting his fingers faster and harder, making my eyes roll back and my head fall back on the pillow.
I cover my mouth to stop myself from screaming out, but suddenly, my high comes crashing down as Angel stops. His fingers are deep inside me, pressing against something that makes me lift my hips to feel more, but Angel stops me with his hand on my stomach.
“You deprive me of your moans, and I’ll deprive you of an orgasm. Understood?” his deep voice sends shivers straight to where his fingers are buried. I nod heartily to make him move, but his rule of verbal answers comes in the way once again.
“Yes! Yes… please m-move,” I cry desperately, and thankfully, he thrusts his fingers harder, my sanity slipping with every touch. “Oh, Angel!” I scream when he grabs a pillow and wedges it under my hips to make his fingers reach deeper.
“I can feel how close you are, sweetheart… don’t fight it.Let it go.” Angel ducks to bite my nipple, making me scream, and I feel something warm taking over my entire body with a vengeance.
The need to reach my peak is so strong that I don’t fight it and pull his head up to kiss him just as aggressively, slipping into the command my body is giving me.
I cum on his fingers, screaming his name over and over like a broken chant. My legs shake uncontrollably, and my arms fall limp beside my head.
With my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth parted, I try to breathe in the oxygen ouractivitiesdeprived me of. After fighting the black spots covering my vision, I find Angel hovering over me with a cheeky grin.
“Hey,” he grins before ducking to kiss my lips ever so softly.
I think he melted my brain.
“Hey,” my voice cracks. I feel the corner of my eyes leak when I smile, and Angel wipes them lovingly before kissing both my cheeks and forehead.
“You look so beautiful when you cum,” I hide my face in his chest and swat his bicep when his shoulders start shaking with silent laughter.
My eyes feel heavy, and I’m already halfway asleep, but I’m fully alert when Angel makes a move to leave. I clench his arm to my chest. Did I do something wrong? Is that why he wants to leave already?
Sensing my inner turmoil and seeing the fear on my face, Angel scoots closer to kiss me until I forget my worries. Picking me up bridal style with the sheets covering me, he walks us to the bathroom before carefully setting me on the counter.
