Page 20 of By An Angel's Grace

As she grew more intent, I started to rock my hips in turn, slowly building up to fucking her mouth, sliding my cock against her soft lips and along her tongue. My fingers twined more in her hair, as she grew more and more intent.

She just got more eager as I responded to her motions, moving faster, increasing the sensations, and moving her tongue against my shaft. Her fingers tightened, and she looked up to me as she played. With that encouragement, my fingers tightened in her hair, restricting her motions as my own thrusts got more urgent, sliding my cock between her lips and along her tongue. Her noises just got more frenzied, and her eyes more intense as I fucked her mouth, building up in pace and intensity.

One of her hands left my hip, reaching down. I could hear the wet noises as she fingered herself, worked up by being taken like this. Knowing just how much I was turning her on just pushed me all the harder, and my muscles began to tense. She noticed the tensing, and braced herself, though neither the slight bobbing of her head she could still manage, nor the noise from her rapidly moving fingers ceased.

When I came, she closed her lips tight around my cock and swallowed, still moving a little even as my grip loosened to milk my cock more. I loved the sound as she groaned, letting me hear her arousal and pleasure at getting me off.

As the shudders going through me stopped, she stilled as well. She drew back, gasping for breath. My fingers loosened more, stroking her hair as I looked down at her, seeing the lust, and love, in her gaze. She no doubt saw the same from me.

Her fingers returned to my cock, shifting just a little against the length as she looked up at me, once she’d had a few moments to breathe. “You’re still hard,” she noted.

“I’m just getting started,” I told her.

“So, no time needed to recover after a blowjob, huh?”

“One of the benefits of not dating a mortal?”

“I could get used to that benefit,” she said, using me to help steady her as she stood up, then leaned heavily against me. One of my hands moved to her ass, groping firmly as she finished recovering.

She leaned her head in, nuzzling my neck, and moving up to my ear. Her hand kept stroking my length throughout. Then she stopped nuzzling, and whispered, “Fuck me?”

That was all the encouragement I needed to grab her hair and push her firmly against the wall. There was a brief exclamation as she was maneuvered, and a groan as her breasts were mashed flat against the cool surface, but no complaints. Instead, she just shifted her legs apart and arched her back, encouraging me. Apparently, there wasn’t going to be any objection to rough sex now and then. Before, we’d made love, and it was incredible. Now, she wanted me to fuck her, and that matched my desires exactly.

Still holding her hair with one hand, keeping her pinned, I guided my cock into her pussy from behind, then thrust upward into her. There was a brief rush of breath from her lungs as she was driven against the wall and filled, but after her next breath, she just said, “Harder.” She’d said she wanted relief from the stress of being kidnapped. This was definitely an outlet for the stress – and the adrenaline of the fight – for both of us.

I thrust again, hips smacking against her ass with the force of it, and then again. I pressed myself closer to her, rocking my hips, feeling her tightness around me.

Trapped as she was, there wasn’t a lot of moving she could do, but she did what she could, shifting her hips and grinding herself down on me each time I buried myself inside her. Her hands lifted to either side of her head, arms flexing and pressing each time she pushed herself down against me, matching my efforts. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck yes.”

The long thrusts turned into steadily grinding back against her, my hips against her ass. I leaned in, bare chest against her back, feeling her warmth against me, letting her feel the same. “So good,” I whispered to her, before pressing my mouth to her neck, teeth and tongue moving over her flesh, working up to her jawline.

Her groans and increasingly incoherent encouragement just got louder as I teased her flesh, still buried fully inside her, shifting my hips, moving myself against her, the walls of her tightness pressing around me.

The steady grinding, teasing, and feel of my body pinning her to the wall drew her first orgasm. The steady stream of “Oh fucks,” turned into a drawn-out groan, as shudders went through her. She’d obviously been pleased when she brought me over before, and I felt the same now, feeling closer to her than ever.

I wasn’t done, though. Just as she was starting to relax, I drew back from her a little, and began the thrusts again. The shudders going through her body started again immediately, and her moan went higher pitched. “Don’t stop, oh fuck, please don’t stop,” she managed between breaths, grinding down as hard as she could at each new thrust.

The slaps of my hips against her ass built up again as I speared deep into her over and over. Judging by the increasingly hoarse moan, I drew another climax. Despite feeling her shifting and tightening around me, I kept going, trying to draw out her orgasm, even while building towards my own.

Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps – most of her exhalations resulting in throaty groans – but whenever she could, she kept asking for more, which I was happy to give her.

We started to tense at nearly the same time. I buried myself once more, drawing one more, louder groan from her, then I came again. She followed not long after in a hoarse version of a screaming orgasm as I filled her.

I spent a few moments pressed to her back, feeling her warmth against me, her softness against my chest, and breathing in her scent, holding her there while we both recovered. When I started to draw back entirely, she nearly fell back on unsteady legs. I picked her up, taking her back to the bed and settling in beside her. She spent several minutes mostly limp and gasping, with a blissful expression. I rolled onto my side, setting a hand on her stomach, and nestled gently against her.

When she’d recovered sufficiently, she pulled herself in closer to my chest, leaning her head up to kiss up my neck and jaw. “That was fucking amazing, Tab. We can do a lot more of that?”

“A lot more,” I agreed. “I love you, Adelaide.”

“Still so formal after all of that? For fuck’s sake. It’s Addy,” she said, with a teasing note.

“I love you, Addy,” I said, with a grin.

“You should smile more. It looks good on you,” she said. She nudged me a bit, urging me to roll back over onto my back, before she settled in, nestled tight, with her head on my shoulder.

“I’ll keep that in mind. I think I can manage that.”

“So, now that the adrenaline rush is dealt with, and we’ve confirmed no one is going anywhere for a while, what the fuck happened while I was out, anyway? Lucifer was there. Did you kick his ass?”

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