Page 101 of Angel

“No, I want to dance. Will you dance with me, sweetheart?”

I would never say no to dancing, but when he calls me sweetheart, I’m putty in his hands. He leads me to the edge of the dance floor and hesitates like he’s standing on the edge of a cliff.

I take a step over the invisible line and turn to show him that I haven’t fallen through to the basement or spontaneously burst into flames. He joins me cautiously, then starts to dance.

At least, I think that’s what he’s trying to do. A giggle escapes me as I watch Angel bob up and down, completely out of time with the music. He’s so awkward and eager and unbelievably adorable, I could die.

I can’t stop the massive grin spreading across my face. I can’t stop myself from laughing out loud. I don’t care if anyone is watching. I love this man and I’m not going to hide the way he makes me feel.

The music changes, switching from a fast, upbeat song to something slow and sweet and romantic. We step into each other’s arms and stare into each other’s eyes. Angel’s ears are lobster red, but his cheeks are bunched up into a delighted smile. The browns of his irises draw me in until I’m drowning in their rich, comforting depths.

It’s hypnotizing. And I never want to wake up.

The party is still in full swing when we slip out. It’s been a long day for both of us, and all I want is to crawl into bed for cuddles with my teddy bear. Angel takes us to his house and I pad up the stairs after him in my bare feet, heels in my hands.

When we’re finally alone in his apartment, Angel pauses and glances down at my shoes.

“Can you, um, can you…” His ears flush red frighteningly fast and his wide chest hitches as he tries to catch his breath.

I slowly lift the golden stiletto pumps with the dangerously pointed toes, and Angel tracks their progress, his gaze never wavering. Lust slams into me at the reminder of Angel’s unexpected shoe and foot kink. My cock fills and my balls tingle. My hole clenches desperately.

“Do you want me to put these back on?” I ask. My voice is husky without any effort.

His Adam’s apple works in his throat and he nods jerkily.

“Then, follow me, teddy bear.” I sling the shoes over my shoulder and lead the way into the bedroom. Angel follows after me, practically panting after the treat I hold in my hands.

I sit on the edge of the bed, heels dangling from my fingers. Angel immediately drops to his knees in front of me. My dick throbs at the sight of him down there, my big teddy bear, looking so debonair, kneeling in front of me, eagerly waiting for what comes next.

I hold out the heels. “Put them on me.” I lift a foot, toes pointed.

Angel’s hands shake as he carefully takes my foot, an expression of awe on his face. He kisses each toe, his breath hot against my skin, his lips impossibly soft, and his beard ticklish and scratchy. He moves to the sole of my foot, trailing kisses over the arch and toward the heel, then up and around to my ankle. His lips latch onto the bony nub on the inside of my ankle and he sucks.

I gasp at the weird sensation that feels so much like he’s sucking on a nipple. I grip the bedcovers behind me as my hips tilt forward, looking for friction. “Oh my god, why does that feel so good?”

Angel doesn’t answer me, though. He’s too consumed with worshiping my foot. He licks along the inside, back toward my toes, before taking my big toe all the way into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” I grab my dick, squeezing hard enough to stave off the orgasm rushing at me out of nowhere.

His tongue swirls around the toe, the way he likes to do to my cock, and I’m about this close to coming. It only gets worse when he moves on to the next toe and does the same thing. Then the next. Then the next. His tongue slides between them, wet and wiggly, and Jesus Christ, I’m going to come just from Angel sucking on my foot.

“Wait!” I shout, pulling my foot away.

Angel glances up at me with alarm. “Was that okay? Did I hurt you? Was it bad?”

I’m hovering right on the edge, so close that I can’t even speak. I press my foot against Angel’s chest, as if I can physically kick the orgasm back. Gradually, the need to come eases enough for me to talk.

“That was… too good…” I pant.

A pleased smile graces Angel’s lips as he takes the shoes I’ve dropped to the floor and reverently slips one of them onto my foot. He runs his hand over the top, cups the back of my ankle, smooths his palm up my calf. With one last kiss to my foot, he gingerly sets it down on the floor.

Then picks up the other.

Jesus Christ. I’m definitely going to come if he does that again.

I push my dress apart at the slit, revealing the gold-colored thong I’m wearing underneath. The fabric is already soaked through with pre-cum and my dick is poking out the side. I pull the thong out of the way and clamp my hand around the base of my dick.

Angel’s gaze grows even hungrier as he stares at my cock. He doesn’t break his stare as he licks and sucks on my other foot. He bites gently on the inside of my foot, right at the high point of my arch, and a gush of pre-cum oozes out of my cock.

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