Page 25 of The One

“I don’t like to be touched.” I brush my mouth against hers. “Except by you.” I claim her mouth, parting her lips with my tongue. Her own tongue meets mine, sweeping inside my mouth.

“Good, because I love touching you,” Angel manages to get out between kisses. Her hand comes up to touch my face. I lean into it.

“Let me love you.” I utter words that I never imagined I would say in my life. I’m not only asking to make love to her but for her to allow a person like me to love her for the rest of our lives. She responds by taking my mouth in a soul-shattering kiss.

I kiss her long and hard, pouring everything I have into it. It’s not long before I feel her hips rise, her body craving a deeper connection. I break the kiss, my mouth trailing down her neck, feathering kisses along her collarbone. She shivers in anticipation. I continue my journey down until I get to her taut pink nipples, which are begging for my attention. I don’t waste any time. I trace little circles around one of the tight buds before flicking it with the tip of my tongue.

“Abel,” she moans out, her voice a little huskier than usual. I swear just hearing my name on her lips is enough to make me come. “More,” she demands.

I slide my hand down between us, parting her wet folds to pet her clit. She moans my name out more. I suck her nipple back into my mouth. My cock pulses with need. I want inside her so badly, but I know I have to go slowly. To build her up to it. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.

I slowly sink two fingers into her, rubbing her clit with the palm of my hand. “Oh God.” Angel spreads her legs open farther. “Naked with me,” she demands. The only thing keeping me out of her cunt right now are the shorts I slipped on earlier, but I can’t tell her no.

As I move farther down her body, I kick my shorts off. My mouth is watering for another taste of her pussy. I want her on my lips when I sink inside of her for the first time. To cover myself in her sweet honey.

My fingers work in and out of her as I tongue her clit. She's so worked up already that it doesn't take me long to have her coming for me. Angel knows already that one orgasm isn't enough for me. As I push her toward a second one, I feel her legs shaking. When she gets close, I pull back and start all over again. She might think I’m torturing her, but it's just as painful for me. Believe me, there is nothing I’d rather do than sink my cock into the heaven between her thighs. But I need her so worked up that she’s begging for release. So much so that it’s the only thing she can focus on. That it consumes all of her thoughts.

“Please,” my Angel starts to beg. Her hips thrust up, needing more pressure on her clit. Unable to take her pleas, I quickly move up her body. My cock is dripping with pleasure all over her. Seeing my mark on her only ramps up my desire. I run the length of my cock against her slickness. I haven't even pushed inside yet and it’s the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known. I build her orgasm up again by teasing her clit with the head of my cock. “Yes, there!” She cries out my name while coming for me.

Whatever self-control I had left breaks, and I press my cock into her as an orgasm rolls through her body. I push through her innocence, and I don't stop until I'm fully seated inside of her.There are no words to describe the pleasure that consumes me. Angel lets out a small gasp. Her fingers dig into my shoulder.

Not wanting her to focus on any pain, I pull out and thrust back in. I kiss her, my mouth moving against hers until she starts to moan.

“You’re so big,” she breathes out. I bury my face in her neck, kissing her there too, thrusting in and out of her. Angel's hips begin to rise to meet mine.

“There you go, baby,” I encourage her. “Work that sweet pussy on my cock.”

“Abel,” she whimpers. I thrust harder, wanting her to feel me. Loving how her pussy is molding to my cock, knowing it is the only one that it will ever know. I feel myself growing closer to orgasm, but I need her with me. I want to see her come on my cock. To hear her sweet moans of pleasure as I take her to heights she’s never been to before. To mark her and spill my release deep into her womb.

I lift my head to stare down at her. I press my thumb into her mouth. Angel sucks on it the second it enters. I pull it back out and place my hand between us. My thumb finds her clit.

A pink hue spreads across her chest and up her neck as she starts to come. Her pussy locks down around my cock. Seeing her come with me inside her, her pussy milking my cock, accepting all of me is the most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed. This is my heaven. She is my salvation.

I come with her. Spilling my release into her. Angel clings to me, her legs wrapping around me to keep me inside of her. I groan her name, taking her mouth in a kiss. For the first time in mylife, I feel connected to another person. I experience emotions I never thought were possible for me.

“Wow,” Angel breathes out. “We have to do that again.” She smiles up at me. I nearly collapse on top of her.

“I’ll do anything you want, Angel. All you ever have to do is ask.”

16

ANGEL

Igiggle when Abel nips at my neck. He’s become more playful with me. With each second we spend together, his walls come down more. I know he's giving me a side to him that no one else ever gets. It makes me feel special. It almost makes me love him.

“How are you feeling?” Abel slides his hand between my legs, cupping my sex.

After the first round of sex, he carried me into the bathroom, where we took a long soak. It ended with us going right back at it. He protested at first, worried about me being sore, but it was hard for him to say no when I reminded him what he said about me only having to ask. I’m sure me climbing him like a tree helped persuade him as well.

He let me take the lead, but it hadn’t lasted too long. Abel quickly took over. I might have been on top of him, but he had been the one moving my body. I get a thrill from the control he can take. It doesn’t scare me. In fact, it’s freeing because I know he will handle me with care. That he would never do anything to hurt me.

Being carefree and taken care of is something I’m not used to. I have been watching out for myself for most of my life. My father might have paid for things, but that’s really as far as his help ever went. He’d always been closer to my brother. That doesn’t seem to have turned out so great. It makes me wonder if my father knows what he’s been up to. I mean, it would be pretty impossible for him not to. He likes to have control of anything that might affect him negatively in the spotlight.

“I feel good.” I turn my head to catch Abel’s mouth in a kiss. His phone goes off again. He lets out a growl that has me giggling. “Answer it. Could be important.”

“You’re what’s important.”

“Do you know you can be such a sweetheart?” Abel’s eyebrows rise, making me laugh harder. “Guessing no one has ever called you that before.”

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