Page 32 of An Angel's Share
She’s screaming for me to suck her harder as she hits her peak with a boom, juices flowing from her. She can hardly stand it, and keens with a sound I have never heard from anyone before.
She coasts down the other side, with me gentling my fingers, but not fully stopping.
I only pull them out to grab hold of her as her legs buckle. I stand and pull her towards me, cradling her bodyto me and drawing her down onto my lap in the old chair. I swipe up her dress from the floor and cover her with it.
Tears are leaking from her eyes, and I’m starting to panic. Was it too much in her current condition? Did I read her incorrectly? Did I hurt her?
I’m babbling at her, asking if she’s okay, telling her how beautiful she is when she comes, how amazing her body is, and how good she makes me feel. Kissing and nuzzling, I’m constantly rubbing my scent onto her. I want her covered in me. And I want to be drenched in her.
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Aoife
I can’t believeI’m crying again. My tear ducts must be linked to my orgasms. After each one he’s given me, the tears have started. He’ll think I don’t like it, but boy oh boy I do. It’s unqualifiedly heaven,heis absolute heaven.
I quiet my sobs and let him keep talking. His voice is a symphony to my ears. I love to hear him talk like this to me. To my heart. He’s soft, no hard edges. I can almost taste the marshmallow centre.
I’m rubbing my face on his chest, slowly up and down. Rubbing my scent all over him. Marking my territory. My hands have moved of their own volition onto his stomach, under his T-shirt. He’s so hot, and not just in looks. His body is a toasty furnace, and I snuggle in, my fingertips roving over his glorious abs.
He moves me slightly and removes his T-shirt. One-handed, Hollywood leading man style. He gifts me with a libidinous smile, and keeps staring into my eyes. My handskeep moving up, and when I run my nails over his nipples, his lips part.
I want him again. I need his Hollywood dick. I almost hear the paparazzi cameras clicking as he pushes down his jeans that were already hanging so low on his waist. Clearly the belt is not just for sexual purposes. As his cock springs free, I almost gulp. It's massive, hard, and swinging in my direction, like a compass finding true north.
“I’ve laid out blankets in the hay.” He nods behind him. “If we ever get into a proper bed, I’ll not know what to do with you.”
His face splits into a huge smile and renders me mute. He’s so gorgeous. Picking me up, and kicking off his jeans—no boxers—he moves us to the neatly laid out blankets.
“Is that from the house?” I spot a furry cover that I’m sure lives in the library. He nods mischievously.
“It was that or clean horse blankets. I decided to upgrade us.” He kisses my hair. “Although I don’t care, I’d lay down for you anytime. You can clamber on top of me forever.” His voice is low and seductive. It’s back to velvet chocolate. God, he’s tasty.
Laying me down gently, he begins his long, slow build up again. I spot the bottle of lube at the side of the blankets, and he drizzles some into his hands and starts to massage my tits. Holy mother of god. Never have I felt anything like this. Every tug, nip, lick, suck, bite pushes me nearer to another detonation.
He’s stroking his cock, and only stops when I take over. Grinning, he rolls onto his back so I can hold him harder. Covering his hand with mine, he reminds me how he likes to be held. I’m so turned on, reveling in the look on his face, how the pleasure softens it. How his eyes go molten, liquid fire.
My tongue is desperate to taste him, join in the party, but as I move to bring him to my mouth, he stops me.
“I want to be inside you, Rua. I won’t last if your pretty mouth gets near me.”
“I want to watch you come, I?—“
“You will. Come up here and lay facing me.” He pulls me up to face him, now laying on his side, his hands and cock gleaming with lubrication. He grips behind my knee and pulls it towards his hip. Sliding into position, facing me. His cock glides between my slick folds, thrusting in, my body trying to pull him inside me, pulsing, moving deeper and harder. I kiss him, and my mouth is hungry for his lips. I’m biting at him as he loses his rhythm, his movements becoming erratic, wild, frantic.
“Come with me, Rua, again, or I’ll fuck you tied to the bench.”
Oh God that voice, those words. I’ll do anything he commands. His body demanding, calling me to him at all times.
I’m pulling his hair as his fingers find my clit. Stroking his cock in and out at a frantic pace, his fingers match the intensity as he pushes us both into the fire burning alongside me.
We lay together for hours.Dozing, then making love again. I don’t consider the fact anyone may look for us. I remind myself of every inch of the glorious body next to me. The man is the most generous lover I have ever had. His mind is as intricate as his touch. Every graze of his fingertips is designed to give me pleasure, even if he gives me pain first. He watches and learns how my body responds. Heremembers from our time together, referencing things he learned from California.
I don’t want this to end. When I think about him not being here, him going home, I get a lump in my throat. Which is ridiculous considering we’ve only just met really, officially.
I’m a highly logical person, incredibly pragmatic. But this is not logical at all. I’m beginning to question my sanity. Is it the pregnancy hormones? Are they pushing all the wrong buttons for decision making but all the right ones for pleasure inducing?
“What is it? What’s upset you?” He’s wiping my tears and smiling gently at me. Holy hell, he needs to stop being so nice. “Do I need to grab the belt again, beat it out of you?” He starts to chuckle as I try to stop my smile breaking through the tears. “Swing that soft leather at your pussy.” I choke back a cry. “Bind those hands above your head and suck, lick, and bite those magnificent tits until you come, and come again.” He’s started to move his fingers over my breasts.
“I don’t want you to leave,” I blurt out. “I know it’s madness, but I feel like I’ve known you all my life.”
