Angel tsks in mock disappointment. “How rude of me.” His voice feels like velvet, sending goosebumps all over me. “Come here, sweetheart. Let me make it up to you.”
His hand slides to the back of my neck, guiding me into a kiss that starts slow, then deepens until I’m lost in him. He presses feather-light kisses across my eyelids, my cheeks, my chin, before claiming my lips again with hunger.
“So sweet,” he murmurs against me.
My fingers trace his spine, the veins along his neck, before tangling in his curls. I fist the thick strands, tugging hard enough to draw a groan from him. His tongue sweeps against mine, coaxing me to open for him.
His hips jerk up on instinct, and I gasp when his hardness presses against my throbbing core. I can’t stop myself from chasing the friction, and I grind down. The sound that escapes the back of my throat is raw, needy.
Angel’s hand steadies me at my hip, guiding us into a rhythm that makes my pulse stutter.
“More Angel,” I breathe into his mouth. “I need more. I needyou.”
His lips trail down my throat, wet and hot, teasing me, leaving little red marks across my collarbone and chest. With one frustrated tug, Angel tears the bikini top from my body, tossing it aside.
“Perfect,” he groans before his mouth closes around my breast, sucking hard, teeth scraping over my nipple just enough to light my nerves on fire.
When I stop moving, too overwhelmed by the flood of sensation, Angel smacks my ass hard enough to jolt me back into motion.
“Again.”
I can’t imagine being this needy for anyone else. I’m at his mercy. He can do whatever he wants.
His chuckle rumbles low as he alternates between my cheeks, each sting urging me to grind harder. By the fifth, I’m panting, lungs burning, body trembling, not from the pain but from the aching emptiness of not having his fingers inside me.
I whine, asking him to stop torturing us both, and Angel finally relents.
He leans back to admire the masterpiece his mouth painted across my neck and chest before his hand slides down, cupping me through my soaked bikini bottom.
Angel’s eyes search mine, checking for signs of hesitation, but he won’t find any. I want this. I wanthim.
I claim his lips in a needy kiss, sucking his bottom lip between my teeth as I rock against his palm, making my decision loud and clear.
His grin is wicked when he pushes my panties aside and drives his fingers into me with one quick thrust. His pace is steady, torturous, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he whispers soft, filthy promises into my ear.
My walls throb around him, desperate for release, every drag of his fingers pushing me closer to the edge.
His free hand wraps around my throat, pushing me back until I’m sprawled open under his gaze, flushed cheeks and the hickey covering my chest.
“Come for me, baby.” The growl in his voice shatters me.
I cry his name like a broken chant as I fall apart, stars bursting behind my eyes. Even as my body goes limp and I slump over his shoulder, Angel doesn’t stop, his fingers moving gently inside me, stretching my orgasm until another smaller wave tears through me.
I whimper when he finally withdraws, only to gape as he brings his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. I clench my thighs around him, the sight starting a fresh round of throbbing.
I push off his shoulder, capturing his mouth in a kiss. The taste of myself on his tongue as his hands roam all over me, kneading my muscles, is dizzying.
My fingers trail down his stomach, lower and lower until he realizes exactly how far I plan to take us.
“More, sweetheart?”
Our bodies are pressed together, and though Angel is trying to hold back, hope flickers in his eyes.
“Please,” I whisper.
In an instant, he flips us, laying me on the towel spread across the stone floor.
He hovers over me, his voice careful. “Want to go back to our room, sweetheart? I don’t think this is how you pictured your first time.”
