Page 37 of Lips of an Angel

Despite the throbbing below my belt, I took a moment to admire the man in front of me in a way I never had before. Angel braced himself with his hands on the counter behind him, his torso exposed—mine for the taking. His chest heaved with each breath, giving his all-seeing eye tattoos the illusion of blinking. The words across his chest, “life will out,” flexed with each inhale. The diamanté bars through his nipples sparkled under the lights from the window. A matching stud glittered at his belly button, and I suddenly felt a need to havethatparticular piercing in my mouth.

“Fucking stunning,” I said, fisting my erection. It was hard and eager to unravel Angel piece by piece.

“Speak for yourself,” he signed, then he hopped off the counter. “Take me to bed.”

“With pleasure.”

I carried him. He yelped in surprise before winding his legs around my waist. He brought his forehead down to rest against mine, both of us taking a moment to catch our breath. Angel’s mouth opened and shut, almost as if he were trying to speak again.

I brushed his sweat-drenched hair from his face. “You don’t need to talk, darling. I’ve got you.”

I wrapped my arms tighter around him, reciting those last three words like a prayer as I peppered kisses across his neck and chest. I turned and carried him down the hall, kicking open the door to his bedroom.

Angel was light in my arms. Given the chance, I would’ve pressed him against the wall and fucked him until the plaster cracked—but that wasn’t what he needed. Angelthrivedbeneath my attention. He always had. Whereas his friends and family resorted to tough love,I’dalways taken a gentle approach in caring for him. After the accident he hadn’t been able to walk, much less eat, and I was the one to eventually get him back on his feet. Angel requireda delicate hand.

The bedroom was no exception, it turned out. I didn’t know much about his sex life, only that Eli was his first and only. This was a new experience, and I was operating on instinct.

Instead of throwing him onto the bed like I might a casual conquest, I gently laid him on the mattress, stretching myself over him and bringing our mouths together again. The pleased hum against my lips let me know I was headed in the right direction. I kissed him slowly, languidly. When his hips punched into mine, I met his with equal pressure. I held myself aloft by one hand, keeping most of my weight off of him. My other cupped his neck, thumb stroking his silky-soft cheek. His tongue slid along mine, mapping out every corner of my mouth. When he broke the kiss and arched toward me again, I listened to his body language.

“More,” he told me without words. We didn’tneedwords. I could read him like a book.

I kissed down his jaw. Angel cried out and rolled his body with each nip. My mouth dipped lower, licking over one nipple, wetting the hard nub before moving across his chest. I sucked the other into my mouth, teasing the first with my fingers. My tongue worked the jewelry, swirling around the edges and pressing to find the bar through his skin.

While Angel couldn’t speak, he could still make noise. Andfuck,the noises coming out of him were filthy, erotic—and music to my ears. I sucked harder, circling his other nipple with my finger until he yanked at my hair.

“Too much?”

He only nodded, urging my head lower. I licked and nibbled my way down his stomach, all the way to his belly ring. I rolled it around in my mouth, giving it a gentle tug with my teeth. Angel went wild, crying out and thrashing his hips. Before I worked his nipples into oversensitivity, I sat back on my haunches, my hands landing on his belt. I paused. Arching a brow at him, I silently asked for permission to continue.

The moment gave me another chance to admire Angel, to trulyappreciatehim. A flush extended over his neck and down his exposed chest, bringing the tattoos across his skin to life. They twitched and moved each time he trembled, glistening with the sweat sheening his torso.

The moment passed, and Angel rose onto his elbows, giving another slow bob of his head, eyes never leaving mine.

Without looking away, I undid his belt. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d discover piercings I hadn’t known about. “Am I going to find any more surprises down here, darling?”

His responding grin told me everything I needed to know. I eagerly popped the button on his jeans, and he was so hard that his zipper practically sprang open.

That’s when I slowed down. I leaned over and pressed a tender kiss to his lower belly. I wiggled him out of his jeans, though they were so skin-tight that I had to peel them down his legs. Not that I was complaining. Angel was worth it.

His tattoos continued down his stomach, disappearing behind the waistband of his boxer briefs. Those were the next thing to go, after I dropped his jeans to the floor. Angel’s hard cock sprang free, and I had to pause to collect myself. With a single finger I traced the vein that ran along the bottom of his length, right to the head, where a drop of precome clung to his own Prince Albert piercing.

“All this time we could’ve been sharing jewelry.” Unable to wait any longer, I caught the clear liquid on my finger and sucked it into my mouth. Angel’s taste exploded on my tongue. Delectable, as I’d suspected.

I wasted no time in ducking down for more, but the moment my tongue swiped along Angel’s slit and caught on his piercing, he tugged my hair. I looked up, blowing a soft breath across his heated flesh.

“I’m too close.”

I grinned, elated that I could bring him to the edge with hardly a touch. “Can you lay on the pillows for me?”

Angel scrambled to obey, eager to please. As soon as he was settled on the pillows, I crawled over him. He drew his bottom lip between his teeth and thrust his hips up and into me but paused when he noticed that I was still dressed from the waist down. Raising his brow at me, he glanced pointedly down at my lap.

I was more than happy to hop off the bed and strip down to nothing. My pants hit the floor, and Angel’s eyes found my hand where it was wrapped around my cock. He licked his lips, and my dick throbbed under the attention.

Testing a hunch, I commanded, “Touch yourself for me.”

Reclining on the pillows, eyes locked on mine, Angel teased a hand down the rigid planes of his stomach and wrapped his hand around his thick length.

“Just like that,” I purred.

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