His lips find mine again, and I breathe into the kiss as his hand glides lower, inching dangerously close to the ache between my thighs. He buries his face in my neck, his hand hovering just above the spot where I crave his touch.
When he cups me, I instinctively press my thighs together, trapping his hand to grind against the pressure. It’s embarrassing how soaked I am.
“Can I touch you, sweetheart?” Angel’s raspy voice only deepens the fog of lust clouding my mind.
I’m not above begging if he doesn’t touch me soon. I’m that desperate.
I’m about to say yes,happily, but my words get stuck in my throat when his fingers begin rubbing me through his boxers, and a breathy whine slips from my lips instead.
“You’re soaked, baby. Tell me you want me to touch your dripping pussy, and I promise I’ll make you feel so good. Askme to touch you, sweetheart.”
Angel rubs slow, torturous circles on my clothed clit. I didn’t know he could be this cruel, expecting a coherent answer while doingthat.
I nod quickly, managing a desperate little yes, but his fingers stop moving, and I know that won’t cut it this time. “Please touch me, Angel… p-please…” I beg, looking straight into his eyes.
A tear of frustration rolls down my cheek, and he licks it away. I grab his face and crash our lips together, losing myself in the heat as he strips away the last layer of clothing on me, still fully clothed himself.So unfair.
His mouth muffles my startled gasp when his fingers begin to explore me again, learning every edge, every reaction, testing what I like and what drives me wild.
“Still okay, baby?” Angel murmurs, his lips never pulling away for more than a second. I hum in response, and when I tug his hair harder than I meant to, he rewards me with a delicious groan.
He moves his fingers side to side, drawing small circles on my clit, and my hips buck in response. Each flick grows bolder, more sure, pushing me closer to the edge. It’s overwhelming, but I don’t want it to end.
“I’m going to put a finger in, sweetheart.”
He pauses, giving me a chance to stop him, but at this point, I’ll want whatever he’s willing to give. I’m drunk on this feeling, consumed by how he makes everything else except him disappear.
Angel gathers my slick before easing his finger inside. There’s no resistance, just the smooth glide of him filling me.
“So soft. So warm,” he breathes, sliding his finger in and out of me at a steady rhythm.
I gasp when his thumb starts circling my clit again, sending sparks through, making me lightheaded. He pulls out completely, then pushes two fingers inside me. It feels strange at first, but then he curls his fingers, hitting a spot that stealsevery word out of my mouth.
“Such a good girl. Taking my fingers so well.” Angel groans when I clench around him, my walls tightening with every thrust.
“More.”
I don’t know where the word comes from, but I want more than what he’s already giving.
“Greedy are we? I can never say no to you, sweetheart?” His husky voice dripping with lust is pure sin. His fingers start thrusting deeper, faster.
I slap a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming out, but my high comes crashing down when Angel suddenly stops. His fingers stay buried, pressing against a spot that makes my hips twitch, but he holds me still, flattening his palm on my stomach.
“You deprive me of those moans, I’ll deprive you of an orgasm. Understood?” His deep voice sends shivers straight to where his fingers move at a teasing pace.
I nod eagerly, but his rule about verbal answers gets in the way again.
“Yes! Yes, please move,” I cry out, and thank Fates, he thrusts harder, dragging my sanity with each stroke. “Angel!” I scream when he grabs a pillow and slides it under my hips.
“I can feel how close you are, sweetheart. Don’t fight it. Let go.” A heat floods my body at his rough command, and when Angel bites my nipple, I unravel completely.
I finish on his fingers, screaming his name over and over like a broken prayer. My legs tremble violently, and my arms fall limp at my sides.
With my eyes squeezed shut and mouth parted, I try to breathe in the oxygen ouractivitiesstole. When the black spots dancing in my visions finally clear, I find Angel hovering above me.
“Hey.” He flashes a cheeky grin, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
I’m pretty sure he melted my brain.
