Tsking, Angel shakes his head in mock disappointment. “How very awful of me. Come here sweetheart, let me make it up to you.”
Gently cupping my face, he pecks my lips before peppering feather-light kisses to my eyelids, cheeks, and chin, finally giving me a long-wet kiss on the lips.
Before I can contently admire his dark, lust-filled gaze, his hand grabs the back of my neck to catch my lips in a passionate kiss that makes it harder to suppress my need for him.
“So pretty,” Angel murmurs against my lips. His fingers softly trace my spine until they reach the back of my neck, tangling in my hair. My fingers, having a mind of their own, reach for his curls and pull when his tongue finds mine.
The harsh tug makes him groan, and his hips buck against me on instinct. His hardness hits my throbbing core, and I don’t waste time, rubbing myself against the evident bulge.
A sound escapes the back of my throat when our grinding creates a soothing friction for my ache, and Angel takes that chance to devour my mouth with his tongue. With a hand on my hip, he helps me set a rhythm that serves us both.
I pull his hair and use the little gap between to gasp, “More Angel, I need more.I need you.”
Angel latches his warm mouth to my neck, teasing me by leaving wet kisses and sucking softly. I’m a second away from begging him to stop this torture, but as if sensing my impatience, his hands on my hip tighten to hold me steady as he lathers my collarbone and upper chest with kisses.
Growing frustrated with the pieces of clothing on my chest, Angel tears my bikini top before tossing it away. My nerves light up with fire when his mouth finds my breast, sucking and biting my nipple. I whimper from the pinch on my nipple and use my fingers in his curls to keep him there.
My lack of attention to our grinding is seen as disrespectful because Angel smacks my ass hard enough that my hips desperately start to move against him once again.
“One more, please,” I can never imagine being this desperate for anyone but him. I would beg on my knees to feel his touch. Hearing my plea, Angel alternates between my ass cheeks, using the spanks to motivate my hips to grind harder.
Five more stings and I’m panting from the lack of oxygen in my lungs and the lack of his fingers inside me, but thankfully, I don’t have to ask for more.
After thoroughly giving my breasts his attention and leaving marks all over my chest, he sits back to observe his masterpiece. The hand previously gripping my chest in a death grip snakes to my bikini bottoms, cupping me through the unwanted barrier between us.
With his eyes fixed on mine, he hunts for signs I want to stop, but he won’t find any because I want this. I want him.Desperately.
I lean forward to catch his lips in a needy kiss full of clashing teeth before biting his bottom lip and sucking it into my mouth. I buck my hips near his waiting fingers to make my decision loud and clear.
Without making either of us wait any longer, his fingers push my panties aside before diving into me in one quick thrust.
I moan when two thick fingers plunge into my wet core. Angel doesn’t slow down or ease the force of his thrusting as his face buries into my neck, sucking and biting at the skin to push me closer to my release. My walls start to throb painfully, seeking the orgasm his fingers are nudging me towards.
With his free hand around my neck, he pulls my face where he can see my flushed cheeks and the hickeys covering my chest. My whimper to be closer makes him close the gap and demand, “Come for me, baby.”
The growl in his words is enough to push me over the edge. My body obeys his command obediently, and my release takes over.
I’m pretty sure I’m screaming something incoherent, but all I hear is my own heartbeat in my head. When my body falls limp, I slump over his shoulder, but Angel keeps gently moving his fingers in and out of me to stretch my orgasm, only for it to trigger another smaller one.
Angel chuckles when I grumble about him pulling his fingers out of me. With my head resting on his shoulder, I gape as I watch him bring his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean.
I thought I was done for the day, but the renewed faint throbbing between my legs says otherwise.
Pushing my head off his shoulders, I cup his cheeks to kiss him. I can taste myself on his tongue as his hands run all over me, softly massaging my muscles.
Taking control of the kiss, I let my hands roam over his perfect body, tracing the lines going south, and that’s when Angel realizes just how far I want to go.
“More, sweetheart?”
Our bodies are still pressed together, and I can see how hard he tries to hold back. There is a lick of hope and anticipation on his face when I nod before whispering a soft,please.
Angel swiftly turns us around, hovering over me and carefully laying me on the towel on the floor. Kissing my nose, he asks, “Want to go back to our room, sweetheart? I don’t think this is how you imagined your first time.”
“No, this is perfect. Everything with you always is,” I answer honestly.
I never wanted the candles and rose petals on the bed, anyway. I’m perfectly content, wrapped in his arms and surrounded by him in every sense of the word.
“What about you? Do you want your first time like this?”
