Page 19 of By An Angel's Grace

“Of course it does. I was winning by a lot.” As he spoke, Gabriel shifted forms, taking on a female body.

“Date with a supermodel?” I asked, as Gabriel’s comfortable clothes morphed into a black evening dress.

She shrugged. “Yep. She’s not into guys. I’m not picky, but I am running late.”

“Thanks again, Gabriel,” I said.

“Don’t mention it,” she replied before disappearing.

Raphael emerged from the room not long after. “Her memories are intact, there’s no severe damage. But I repeat, she needs to rest,” he said.

“I’ll do what I can to convince her of that,” I said.

“Then peace be with you, and I hope it will be some time before either of us is needed again.”

“Thank you for everything.”

He smiled, and then he disappeared as well.

* * *

I spenta few hours in the room with Adelaide, reading while she slept. I paused from the book occasionally to check on her or stroke her hair as reassuringly as I was able. A few times, she stirred or made noise in her sleep, but settled back to rest. As I was nearing the last chapter in the book, she started to shift more. I set the book down, in case she woke up this time, and reached out a hand to stroke her hair to reassure her that I was there.

Her eyelids fluttered, then opened. I wasn’t surprised there was a brief look of panic in her eyes, given the last situation she’d remember, but it faded quickly when I spoke. “How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Headache, but surprisingly okay for having been kidnapped and hit over the head. What happened? Are we back at war already?”

“What we are,” I said, “is back on vacation. You won’t be kidnapped again this trip. You slept right through Raphael showing up to heal you. The good news is, no serious damage. But he’d prefer you stayed in one place for a while. So, bike trip is done, but Gabriel assures me the room service here is excellent.”

“Gabe hooked us up with a fancy hotel room, huh? And you’re sure you don’t need to get back to work?”

“Very sure. We’ll have some time.”

“And Gabe left, and Raphael is gone? So, we’re alone, no responsibilities?”

“No one else is here. We’re alone.”

“Then I know exactly how I want to spend it.”

“I’m thinking the answer isn’t resting quietly until the headache passes?” I knew her too well to assume she’d quietly follow doctor’s orders.

She grinned and started shifting under the sheets, undoing her jeans. “Getting kidnapped... again... is hella stressful. I’ve heard that sex is an excellent way to deal with stress.”

I raised a brow, as she continued working on wiggling out of her pants. “You’re sure?” She looked sure, and that grin, and the way she moved amidst the undressing, even partially hidden, was turning me on quickly.

“Let me put it this way – either you or my vibrator is getting lucky tonight. I know which I’d prefer.”

As she started flinging articles of clothing out from under the sheets, jeans first, I let her continue working on getting undressed. I stood up next to the bed to undress instead. I had my jacket and shirt off by the time she slipped out from under the covers, and directly to kneeling on the floor. “Let me help you with these.”

Her help consisted of undoing my belt and fly, and fishing my cock out, which grew more erect in her hand. “Feels a little sacrilegious, kneeling like this in front of an angel. I kinda like it,” she said, as her hand started to stroke. I couldn’t deny just how hot she looked, kneeling for me like that, intent eyes looking up at me as her grip tightened on my length.

My head tilted back, and my next breath turned into a groan, as my fingers found her hair.

She responded quickly, taking the head of my cock into her mouth and starting to bob her head, one hand settling on my hip while the other continued stroking the shaft.

My breathing quickened, and her deep blue eyes lit up a little more when she drew a groan of pleasure. Her pace quickened, hand stroking faster, and her tongue flicking across the head. I continued to let her set the tempo, fingers staying loose in her hair. The gentle, patient sex before was good, but now she was driving me crazy.

After she was certain she had me fully worked up, she let go of my cock, and settled both hands on my hips, taking more of my length between her lips and working her tongue against the underside of my length. My groans grew deeper as the sensations intensified.

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