“Want me to stop, sweet girl?” he asks, knowing I have no intention of stopping. His thrusts get harder, but his rhythm is uneven and sloppy, so I know he is close.
“No—oh fuck!” I breathlessly moan as he thrusts two more times before hitting that sweet spot again.
The second time I cum is stronger because Angel follows me this time. I feel his warm release fill me up and stretch my orgasm to its limit.
Angel carefully lowers my legs before falling on top of me. It’s hard to catch my breath with his dick still buried in me because Angel refuses to move. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t gripping him tightly, not wanting to be empty of him yet.
Nuzzling his head between my breasts, he kisses the one closer to his mouth, making me shudder at the feeling. I run my fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp softly as the other lightly traces his back, secretly healing the scratches I made.
As long as I’m around, I refuse to let him feel any pain. He has scared my demons away and tended to my pain—emotional and physical.
Angel makes me feel confident in myself and believes I’m worthy of being loved and appreciated by him, so the least I can do is heal his wounds for the rest of our lives.
Angel clings to me like a warm, heavy blanket of comfort. His soft breaths tickle my skin when he pecks my boobs before kissing my lips softly. Leaning on his elbow, he softly brushes my hair with the other.
“I swear to love you for as long as I breathe, sweetheart.”
There was a time when the adoration in his eyes when he talked about loving me made me shy away, but now I revel in his intense green eyes on me. Now, I want to be showered in his kind words and sweet kisses all the time.
Giving back is easy with Angel. The way he loves me, not reciprocating is practically impossible.
“I love you more.”
His smile brightens when I say it back, and he leans to kiss me again, only to fall short when I wince. That doesn’t feel too good.
“I’m so sorry, baby; I got carried away being inside you for the first time. I should’ve been gentler.” His face morphs into guilt, whereas I’m thinking how to tell him that even if he went ape shit crazy, I wouldn’t have minded. Not one bit.
I bite my lip, thinking about all the ways and all the positions I can have him now when he breaks my train of thought. “You dirty-dirty woman, you’re thinking about doing it again, aren’t you.”
“Maybe,” I shrug innocently.
Chuckling, he smacks a loud kiss on my lips. “Come on, let me give you a warm bath first. It’ll help with the tenderness.”
Angel lifts me slowly with my legs clutching his waist and arms around his neck. Snatching the towel from a chair beside us, he wraps it around us. The towel is large enough to cover our naked bodies and the fact that he is still inside me long after we are done.
He is totally obsessed with me.
“You’re not sore?”
“Nope.”
I huff and bite his neck. “No fair.”
Angel picks up the towel that was under us and neatly folds it with one hand since the other is under my towel-covered ass. On the way to our room, he throws it in a bin along with my ruined bikini set.
“So, when’s the wedding?”
Seiji’s sudden appearance startles both of us, and I shriek loudly. Angel grips the towel tighter so we don’t accidentally flash him.
“How do you keep showing up out of nowhere?” Angel grumbles at our intruder for ruining our peace after such strenuous activities. Maybe he needs another round if he still has the strength to be irritated.
“I was thinking of a chocolate whiskey cake with salted caramel drizzle. Clearly, I’m in charge of decoration because, let’s be honest, I do it best.” Completely ignoring how Angel is dancing on the line of fury, Seiji continues listing details aboutourwedding thathehas been planning from thesecondday we met.
I interfere before Angel decides today is the day he finally kills Seiji. “Leave us for now, you idiot. I’m kind ofnakedunder here…”
“Oh, yeah, sure. But everyone will be here soon for brunch, so no more hanky-panky!” He shouts, running the other way.
As soon as Seiji disappears, I pepper my Angel’s neck with kisses so he'll drop the urge to throw stuff. It works when I remind him of the relaxing bath he promised.
