Page 95 of How Not to Date an Angel

Rami gulped, and then their fingers were gliding through Julian’s hair, gentle and smooth, avoiding his horns.

The touch spread chills over Julian’s scalp and down to his shoulders.

He swallowed a groan and dipped his head back down to Rami, lapping at them as if he couldn’t get enough.

He couldn’t.

Nothing could’ve prepared him for their taste, or the ease with which they gave themself over to the pleasure, rocking against Julian’s face, gripping his hair, moaning with abandon.

When their breath caught and their thighs tensed, Julian pulled back.

Rami huffed, snapping their head up. “Why’d you stop?” they asked, lips bitten red and parted with their breath.

“Didn’t want you to come yet,” Julian answered honestly, nuzzling against the junction of their thigh. “There’s so muchI still have to show you.”

Rami grumbled at that, letting their head fall back onto the bed. “I’m not gonna survive it,” they said, dramatic as ever.

Julian chuckled, something light and bubbly popping in his chest, filling him with hot air.

It wasn’t what he was used to feeling, not while his dick was rock hard, and he was resisting the urge to grind into the mattress, the taste of an angel on his tongue.

“You’ll be fine. Just as long as I keep my mouth on you, right?” Julian drawled suggestively, dropping his mouth where it belonged.

The angel groaned, hand tightening in Julian’s hair, their hips lifting at the same time to press their cunt against him.

He dragged his tongue through their folds, lower, lapping at their entrance just to taste more of them before replacing it with a finger.

Julian nipped at Rami’s thigh as they released a shaky breath.

“I’m still going slow, promise,” Julian said, and they nodded, the movement jerky.

Their hand softened in Julian’s hair and he rubbed his cheek against their warm thigh, a forgotten housecat who wanted attention. It worked, and they tightened their hold again.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, and wrapped his lips around their clit as he pressed that first finger inside.

Rami gasped, squeezing around the digit, and Julian shuddered as his cock leaked against the boxers he still wore.

Julian was the one making them feel good, shuddering as he stroked into them, achingly slow.

They opened for him beautifully as he added another finger, felt them clench around him. He sucked at their clit, laving his tongue between their folds. He crooked his fingers, searching, searching—

Rami cried out, hips jolting as Julian found their sweet spot, brushing the pads of his fingers over it again and again.

Rami was completely unapologetic about what they liked, unafraid to tell Julian when he needed to—

“Stop saying that, this is not a cheap porno,” they drawled, tugging at his hair after Julian asked them, “You like that?”

It was entirely surprising and unbelievably endearing. It left no question whether Julian was pleasing them or not, and as he stayed between their thighs, he learned exactly what made them moan and twitch the most.

He craved that moment when their hand tightened in his hair, dragging him closer for more, more, more.

Julian added a third finger, and they moaned for it. Moaned forhim,his name falling from their lips, and Julian finally knew what it was to worship.

He’d pulled them to the edge only to deny them at the last second three times. But at the sound of their lips forming his name—Julian,in that soft, almost whimpering tone—he melted. Caved. Rolled over, belly-up.

He’d give this angel anything they wanted.

Their fingers scratched at his scalp and Julian rutted into the bed as he sucked at them, as he fucked them with his fingers—

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