Page 122 of How Not to Date an Angel

“Good,” Julian rumbled, and the possessive inflection echoed something in Rami.

A tiny, blooming part of Rami wondered if they’d secretly been waiting for this, for Julian. Because they were glad it was Julian showing them this, letting them explore and learn andfeel.

Feel the drag of him inside them, his breaths inflating the chest beneath their hands, the hush of their wings as they usedthem to balance. Their thighs burned, but the pleasure burned better, and so Rami chased it atop Julian.

The rhythm wasn’teasyto regulate at first, because each sensation was brand new. And it was good, so fucking good that Rami wasn’t certain if they wanted to roll into the pressure against their clit or lift up just so Julian could fill them again.

Julian attempted to lift his hands and groaned. Knowing he had no choice but to lie there and let themplaygave Rami a certain freedom.

But when they let their weight sink onto Julian again, they leaned forward and sought his lips, a hand pressing into the bed beside Julian’s arm. Their mouths slid together, locked, tongues brushing as they shared a breath, two, three.

“I wanna touch you,” Julian panted when they broke apart. “Please,” he added again, and Ramilovedhearing that word uttered so politely from such filthy lips.

And suddenly Rami wanted nothing more than Julian’s hands on them, so with a swipe of their finger they loosened the halo, and it floated to situate itself above their head again. It settled into place like a lock of hair, and then it was forgotten.

Julian lowered his arms and the first place he touched Rami was their thighs, framing them on the outside before dragging his palms over them.

His hands were warm against their skin, fingers digging in and squeezing before shifting an inch in another direction and groping again.

“You’re so fucking shiny,” he murmured, and Rami chuckled softly, gasping at the way their muscles tightened around Julian with their laugh and dropping their head to watch Julian touch them, the silver light reflecting against their skin.

He slid his hands up just as Rami began moving again, grasping their hips.

Julian began to rock his hips with them, and tilted them in a way that made their breath catch. The angle made them stiffen, a moan breaking over the clench of their teeth.

Rami wanted to feel thatagain,so they followed Julian’s lead, chasing their pleasure with him until his hands fell away.

“You feel sofuckinggood,” Rami groaned.

They couldn’t believe they had waited so long.

But that was just the pleasure talking. They’d been waiting for Julian—they knew it.

Knew it as certain as they felt the swell of an orgasm, a wave, building in height, each rock of their hips filling it a bit more, close to bursting. They sensed it looming overhead, but knew if they stared too hard it would take forever to crash.

“I’m so close,” Rami said, nails digging into Julian’s chest. His hands were on their thighs again, possibly leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers, until one of them lifted, drifting between their thighs to stroke their clit.

Rami let their head fall back, hips jerking out of the rhythm as they sought the crash in Julian’s lap, his cock filling them again and again.

“I want my novel experience, Julian,” Rami told him, voice uneven from the exertion. Their thighs were shaking, but they melted into it like warm water. “I want you to come with me.”

“I’m with you, angel,” Julian promised, and worked them in his hands like putty. “I will, I will.”

Everything was so sensitive; everything felt so good. Their clit between Julian’s fingers and the way his length brushed over that sweet spot inside of Rami.

“Oh, fuck,” Julian muttered, head tilting back.

Rami went taut as the wave crested, their rhythm stuttered, and it crashed.

They cried out, quivering around Julian, their voice cracking as Julian thrust up beneath them, chasing the squeeze of them in two, three more strokes before—

He came, following right after them into the balmy depths of the swirling sensations, spilling inside them.

They stayed tense together at that peak, nails digging and hands tightening and mouths agape, before they sank together, riding out the waves in lazy, messy movements.

Rami managed to lean down and slot their mouths into one with weak accuracy. They chuckled into it, groaning as that sent them both on another spiral.

Finally, they melted together, and Rami dropped their head to Julian’s chest.

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