Page 11 of The One

“I’m sorry,” she says again, closing her eyes. Again, on instinct, I move, leaning down, pressing my lips to one eyelid, and then the other, wanting her to open them. Her eyes are soft and sweet, full of so much life and warmth.

“Only be sorry for running from me.” Her eyes flutter open.

“I’m so embarrassed,” Angel whispers. Her cheeks have turned a rosier pink.

“Why?”

“I was dry humping you and left—” She trails off.

“Why would you be sorry for that?” I suppose I would be pissed if someone else had done that to me, but no one would ever get that close without dying first. But she’s not someone else.

“I don’t know. It’s...” She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip.

“Angel, I laid still not to wake you so you’d keep rubbing your hot little pussy on my dick.”

“Oh my God.” Angel tries to pull her hands down, I’m sure to cover her face, but I don’t let her. “I got it all over you.” I want to coat my whole body in her, but I don’t think she’ll want to hear that.

“Can I taste it?” Her lips part, letting out a small gasp. “Please.” Unfamiliar insecurity fills me. Last night, I thought she might want more, but now that she's awake, her mind might have changed. I'm about to let her go—from my hold, not from me—but she nods her head. “Words.” I want to hear her say it.

“I’d, ah”—she licks her lips—“like that, I’m just kind of shy. This is new to me.”

“That makes two of us,” I tell her, taking her mouth in a kiss before she can change her mind.

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ANGEL

Imoan into Abel’s mouth. It takes a second for his words to sink in, but I lose my train of thought when his mouth moves to my jaw, trailing kisses down it and then my neck. My entire body is alive with new sensations. Ones I’ve only read about in romance books.

“Oh,” I moan, sinking my fingers into his short hair. That feels so damn good. I pull my legs up, my hips wanting to move. I swear I have no control over my body. It has suddenly gotten a mind of its own when it comes to Abel.

Abel’s mouth continues its journey, going lower, while his hands push my shirt up. One cups my breast, his tongue circling my pebbled nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He gives it a few tugs before it pops free, and then he moves to the other side, giving it the same attention. My hips try to buck off the bed, but with Abel’s weight, they don’t go very far.

“You’re so damn soft.”

“And you’re hard and rough.” I let my hand slip out of his hair and down the side of his face. I get the impression thatAbel hasn't experienced much tenderness in his life. I could give him that. I may not have experience in other areas, but that’s something I know I can do for him.

“I’m trying not to be rough with you.” I watch as he moves farther down my body. That anticipation is growing.

“I only want you to be who you are, Abel.” His tongue dips into my belly button, making me let out a small laugh.

“Fuck, even your laugh is sexy as hell.” He grips the top of my shorts on the sides of my hips. He tugs them down, taking my panties with them.

His eyes roam over me, eating me up. I’m practically naked in the center of his bed. I can still feel how slick I am between my thighs. It’s almost embarrassing. He pushes my legs apart, his eyes settling on my sex. I start to feel shy, my hands reaching down.

“Don’t.” Abel grabs my wrists. “Don’t cover yourself.”

“Okay.” He doesn’t release his hold on my hands. I’m starting to notice he does that a lot. It should probably scare me, but it doesn’t. I get this thrill knowing he has control to do whatever he wants to me. I want him to. I trust him. More than I’ve ever trusted another male in my entire life. I know that sounds crazy with the short amount of time that we’ve known one another.

I push down my shyness and spread my legs wider for him. His eyes flick up to meet mine. I can see the approval in them. I’ve pleased him. He once again turns his focus to my sex. I watch as he licks his lips. I lift my hips once again, offering myself to him. He wastes no time taking me up on it.

He buries his face in my sex, devouring me. Giving me more pleasure than I ever knew was possible. He lets out a deep groan that vibrates against my clit, causing my body to go haywire. The slow strokes of his tongue circling my clit can only be explained as sweet torture.

“Please.” I barely get the plea out before he’s sucking my clit into his mouth. My whole body tenses, the orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. “Abel!” I cry out his name.

“Another,” he demands with his mouth and tongue, never stopping.

“I can’t.” I fight to wiggle away, my clit overly sensitive. Abel brings his forearm down over my hips, pinning me in place. “I can’t.” I shake my head.

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