Page 25 of Fallen Angel
Kissing her stomach, he eased her panties down, and pressed soft, full-lipped kisses on her newly uncovered skin. Cool air and his warm breath touched the heat of her. She gasped, gripping his shoulders for balance. Her knees trembled.
She stood in front of him, naked, her jeans and panties around her ankles, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to open her legs. Need for his touch consumed her. He freed her legs from her pants. She threw her head back as he gripped her ass and pulled her hips forward, opening her to the sensual magic of his intimate kiss. Her knees quaked. Heat surged through her, building where he lips and tongue caressed.
“Oh God,” she cried.
“You taste so good.” He stood and lifted her into his arms, then laid her down on the bed. His eyes roved over her, hungry and demanding. He stood next to the bed, his eyes now locked with hers as he undid the top button of his jeans. She squeezed her legs tight against the ever-building ache and gripped the blankets in fistfuls as she dropped her gaze to his zipper. Slowly, he eased his pants down. She gasped when he slid off his briefs and his full length spilled out.
His lips upturned in a sexy smile as he climbed onto the bed, his eyes like a predator that had zeroed-in on its prey. Instinctively, she scooted backward, away from his hungry gaze.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” He grabbed her ankles. “Come back here.” He pulled her back to the foot of the bed until her bottom was off the edge. Then he spread her legs wide. She was completely exposed. He ran his fingertips lightly down her inner thighs. Increasing the pressure, he caressed her thighs and hips with his strong hands, then grasped her ass. Lowering his lips between her legs, he blew softly, sending her almost over the edge.
“Ethan,” she moaned, his name a desperate plea as she lifted her hips, wanting so much more.
“Has anyone ever tasted you before me?” he asked, his voice low. He lightly circled her sensitive skin with his tongue.
“No,” she breathed, her heart racing. Her body throbbing.
The tip of his finger entered her. “Has anyone ever touched you here?”
Her hips fluttered up and down on his finger. “No,” she cried.
He slowly slid his finger all the way inside her. He groaned. “You’re so tight.”
He pulled his finger slowly out, then slid it back inside, stretching her, stroking her, growing the ache that gripped her body.
“Yes,” she breathed, straining to take more of his finger, but then he took it away.
He shifted and slid his hands under her, lifting her hips. “I want to taste more of your sweetness.” His tongue went straight to the heat of her. Slowing he tasted her, delving his tongue inside her.
“Yes,” she cried out. “Please.”
“Not yet.” He smacked her bum. Then rubbed the spot, the light sting morphing into a wonderful sensation.
“You’ve got such a gorgeous ass.” He smacked the other cheek, also rubbing the sting away.
She groaned.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes,” she cried.
“Every inch of you is beautiful,” he rasped before returning his attention to her wet, throbbing heat, stretching her again with his finger, readying her for his first thrust. Sliding her up on the bed, she reached for him as he knelt between her legs and stretched over her. The weight of his body, his strength, his scent, surrounded her. She clung to him, pressing her hips into him. Her body hurt with desperate need, fueling her frantic, hungry kisses.
He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with her. Holding her gaze, he slowly guided his hard length inside her.
“Oh God,” she gasped, digging her fingers into his shoulders.
He pushed himself deeper inside her. She cried out as a sharp pain pierced her euphoria. Wincing, she pushed him away.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, his brow pinched with concern.
Pain shot through her, but she nodded. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, catching the tear she felt fall. He held still, his body taut beneath her gripping fingers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the hollow of his throat. “I’m okay,” she whispered.
She closed her eyes against the pain as he pushed deeper.
He slid out a little, before filling her even more. The pain of being penetrated combined with her burning hunger. She wanted to cry, to scream, to beg for relief, but more than anything, she wanted the release her body craved. The sweet ache surfaced, overpowering the pain. Her hips thrust into him as if of their own accord
“You’re so tight,” Ethan rasped again. His whole body tensed. Every muscle flexed as he strained to move slowly. Hunger consumed him with a need he had never known, but he didn’t want to hurt her—at least any more than he had to.
He lowered his lips to hers. She clung to him. Her nails carved into his shoulders, down his back. He worried that she might crumble to pieces in his arms. But she didn’t tell him to stop or wait. She began to arch into him, meeting his thrusts, inviting him to keep going, little by little, stretching her tight sheath open until finally all of him was buried deep inside her. He strained to remain still, allowing her body to adjust to his. Then her arms came back around his neck and her legs encircled his waist. Her tongue grazed his lips.
With a groan, he deepened their kiss and rocked into her. Still kissing her, he slowly pulled out and gently filled her again, then again. Slowly out. Gently in. Slow and gentle until she gripped his shoulders harder. Her breathing quickened in his ear. He thrust deeper, harder. She threw her head back and arched to meet him, driving the pace faster, his full length clearly no longer causing her any pain. He thrust faster, harder. Her nails bit into his shoulders. He watched her sweet agony continue to build. She spread her legs wider, taking him deeper.
“Oh God,” she cried out. “Please.” She clung to him, shaking. Her muscles tightened around him, her thighs quivered. Her head rocked from side to side as she cried out, her body erupting. Her honeyed warmth clenched around his hard length, forcing him over the edge. He took her hands over her head and thrust deep and then again and then again and then his body seized. He cried out as he poured himself into her.
