Page 8 of By An Angel's Grace

It surprised me. Tab had ever been conservative with his divine power. That he would use it to disappear the clothes, a last barrier however simple, barring us from being skin on skin blew my mind and made me realize that yes, he deeply, deeply, loved me.

Our mouths met and when they parted, it was to a soundtrack of heavy, impassioned breathing. The sounds drawing us both deeper and deeper into our mutual arousal for each other. I could feel the hot length of him pressing against my inner thigh and I wanted to make him feel good. I curled one hand around the back of his neck to anchor myself, adjusting my weight on my knees to either side of his hips so I could raise myself up.

With my other hand, I curled fingers around his scorching, straining length. Tab exhaled, a feral sound of want escaping his lips, and I felt my own body clench with need in answer to it. I stroked him between us, stroking down to bring his foreskin back from his swollen head so that I could tease it with the pad of my thumb.

He bowed his head, at first I thought to watch, but his eyes were squeezed shut, one arm bracing me around the back of my waist so I wouldn’t slide off his lap, the other clutching the quilt in a mottled grip at his hip.

Most people would let out a breathy Oh God, at the sight, but there wasn’t any faster way to kill a man’s boner than to call out his dad’s name in bed, so I refrained. Instead, I pressed my lips together, biting them gently closed so I wouldn’t make the mistake. At the same time, I rose a little higher on my knees.

I wanted him so badly, and I think the both of us had waited long enough. I pressed the head of his cock at the gathering wetness at the juncture of my thighs, lowering myself slowly over the top of him, taking him in carefully so I wouldn’t overdo things in my eagerness and hurt either of us. Tab threw back his head, locking his gaze with mine as he filled me and it was the most amazing, intimate, and beautiful sharing of something I had ever experienced.

Our bodies met flush, and we simply stared into one another’s souls for who knew how long, basking in the love radiating between us.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, touching the side of my face. “My angel…”

The words were touching, the intent behind them so much so, happy tears threatened. I bowed my head, my forehead pressing to his, eyes closing. His hands went to my hips, and he flexed his hips. There wasn’t much of a range of motion either of us could accomplish in this position – not for him at all, and not for me without the threat of breaking my head.

I couldn’t die but spending an eternity in a coma from a brain injury that couldn’t heal beyond a certain point made me cautious. Tab had us covered, though.

“Hold on to me,” he murmured, and the command in his voice was strong. Not that I would argue with him. I wanted him. I wanted this between us more than anything right now. I wasn’t about to stop and right now I hoped he never did.

I put my arms around his shoulders and he put his hands at the back of my thighs. He bent at the waist and picked me up easily, standing with minimal effort. He turned in a tight circle and bent again, carefully, laying me gently back onto the bed.

He rolled his hips, and I gasped, body arching to bring me closer to him, and I didn’t care. He felt so good I couldn’t help but writhe a little and he really didn’t seem to mind. His head bowed, eyes closing as he let the feeling take over for him, too.

“Tab.”

His name fell from my lips, an impassioned plea, and one he answered with slow, strong, steady strokes of his body in and out of mine. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on the feeling – a strong glow of euphoria swirling in my being like a drop of ink in a glass of water… taking its time, permeating everything until every touch, every breath, every sight was suffused with love.

I closed my eyes and arched beneath him running my hands over his warm skin, sighing and giving myself over to the feel of him. The rasp of feathers rubbing against each other made me open my eyes, and I found my breath stolen for a completely different reason.

Tab’s wings stretched up and out behind him. It was so rare that I got to see them it was sometimes easy to forget what he was. Crimson feathers edged in black rose toward the glassed-in ceiling, the firelight from the hearth glimmering off of their slick surface. Tab’s head dipped toward my own and I met him halfway, kissing him deeply, drinking in everything he had to offer. His love and respect, his warmth and his generosity, too. I hoped that he could taste as much from me, as I tangled my fingers in his hair and held him close.

A sound of protest escaped my lips when he withdrew from me and crawled off the bed backwards so he could stand. The look in his eyes was fierce and dominating as he wrapped his arms around my legs above the knee and with a surprised shout from me, dragged me to the edge of the mattress.

“Sit up,” he ordered, reaching down to help me do it.

I laced my fingers into the spaces between his and let him help me. He got onto his knees on the edge of the bed and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His hands found the backs of my thighs and he put my legs around his hips. I held to him tightly, kissing him as he kissed me while he got to his feet, holding me as if I weighed nothing at all.

The strength he displayed was hot, and it was even hotter when he backed me against the nearest wall, wings shielding us from the rest of the room. He found my center again with a few questing light thrusts of his hips and slid back inside me. I gasped and moaned and let my head fall back against the wall.

“Hold on to me,” he ordered, breath heaving and I obeyed. He let the outside of my thighs go, and adjusted his grip, reaching down between us to hook my legs from the inside. His hands gripped my ass, and the adjustment allowed him to move me as he saw fit. I let my legs fall apart and tightened my grasp around his shoulders.

My fingers found the silk of his hair and my forehead found his as he took absolute control, moving me on and off his cock, sliding my wetness over him. The angle was incredibly deep and incredibly intimate. The pace of my breath picked up as he made love to me up against the wall, the upright position accommodating his wings in such a way that the bed could not.

Our breathing came in a syncopated rhythm, the cadence enough, in and of itself, to cause the pleasure emanating from our joined bodies to spiral high and tight. I gasped, sucking in a deep breath, my body drawn as a bowstring, quivering, ready, just on that edge.

“Tab!” I gasped out. I was desperate for that one last little nudge that would send me out into the ether were my body not there to contain me, were the fact that Tab were not here to anchor me, even as it was he who sent me spinning.

He covered my mouth with his and held me close and I was glad for it, because I completely came apart – body shaking, trembling in his grasp as a leaf on an eddy, swept off by the current. I let go, and a pleasure-filled wail poured from my throat, painting the air with a sound that dripped thick like honey.

Pleasure swiftly circulated through the amphora of my body and I clung to my lover, afraid that I would slip or fall. The strength of the feelings he wrought from me leaving me trembling and weak in its aftermath, but it was Tab, and if anyone had me, it was him.

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We layin the circle of each other’s arms, carefully on the bed of his wings, which had worried me at first. He’d assured me it was alright and had confessed it felt good to have them outside of their bindings. I traced the black edge of one of the feathers and finally felt comfortable enough to ask, “What happened to turn them so dark?”

Tab regarded me thoughtfully, slow to answer. “Forget it,” I rushed out. “It was rude of me to even ask.”

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