Page 30 of Achille's Earth Angel
“Are you a virgin, Angel?” he asked, his voice husky as he laid her on the bed and stripped off her t-shirt and his clothes.
She shook her head shyly although her eyes appraised the contours of his body and finally glued themselves to his shaft. “Not what you’d call experienced though. Does it matter?”
He nodded. It matters because I don’t want to be too rough for your first time.”
“I-I made love once before,” she confessed. “There wasn’t much to it.”
“Then let’s make this a memorable occasion.” His gaze swept hungrily from the top of her head to the tip of her toes as if she were a gourmet meal laid out in front of him and he was starving.
“I thought you wanted to wait until we were married,” she taunted.
“I also said I didn’t mind a little precipitation of the vows,” he replied thickly, lying down beside her with one leg between her thighs. He nuzzled the soft skin between her ear and her shoulder, sniffing appreciatively. “Mm...you smell wonderful.”
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“SO DO YOU,” ANGE REPLIEDshyly, returning the compliment. He was a heady mixture of salt air and a faint spicy trace of his body wash from his morning shower. His mouth found hers and Ange let herself go, eager to enjoy everything he had to offer. She was drowning in sensation, every nibble, and every kiss creating its own tiny fireworks in her blood.
When at least he knelt between her legs and lifted her buttocks, she opened her eyes. He’d grown much larger!
“Is something wrong, Angel?” he asked thickly, his huge shaft slipping back and forth in the slickness of her clit.
“You’re so big,” she gasped, uncertain if he would fit. Everything about this man was big, but this was the biggest. At least bigger than anything she’d ever seen, even in pictures.
He just laughed and began to enter her channel, slowly, stretching her opening to receive him. “We’ll fit together just fine, Angel,” he crooned soothingly. Mother of Zeus, she was so deliciously tight.
Ange watched in fascination, the sight before her as much a turn-on as the sensation of being slowly impaled upon his thick shaft. She was burning slightly around the edges of her sheath as he pulled in and out, each time going a bit further, filling her so full she didn’t think she’d be able to take all of him. Amazingly enough, she did. Once he was fully seated within her, they stared into each other’s eyes. Ange trembled all over, her fists gripping the bedsheets, her teeth biting her lower lip.
“That’s it, you did it,” he praised her as he reached forward with one hand and began circling the sensitive nubbin above her filled sheath.
The feeling was incredible. Ange lifted her hips as Achilles began to withdraw and then sharply nudge back into her, his finger using her own juices to ease the burning at her entrance and slide around her sensitive spot.
She could feel the pleasure building within her with every thrust of his shaft. Faster and faster, he began to drive and she responded, her hips lifting to meet him, her body clenching and massaging his length until he pinched her nubbin. Fireworks exploded in her head. Her body bucked like she was a bronc being ridden for the first time as the sheer mind-numbing pleasure reduced her to a mewling, howling mess calling his name.
He came, his seed flooding her womb, a soothing feeling to the burning instilled from his hard, turgid length. Finally, he collapsed sideways, taking her with him, his shaft still embedded within her.
Panting, she lay still, a boneless mass of shivering pleasure still experiencing aftershocks when she clamped her pussy. “Oh god, Achilles, that was more than I ever expected.”
“That’s just the beginning,” he promised, his shaft starting to grow hard again. It hadn’t gone completely soft, he needed more of her.
Her eyes grew large and round as she felt him swelling within her. “Again?” she whispered in surprise.
He nodded, his green eyes gleaming down at her as he rolled between her thighs, resting on his elbows. His mouth dropped to the hardened nipples of her breast and began suckling as his hips started rotating.
This time she clung to his strong shoulders, her legs around his waist, screaming his name once more as he took her to fulfillment. Never in her life had she experienced anything so beautiful.
Satiated for the moment, they both slept until a clanging noise coming from Achilles’ bedroom had them leaping from the bed. Was Epaphras back?
They quickly threw on some clothing and raced down the hall to find Hercules trying to stack several boxes of items that had pieces falling out of them. He looked up and grinned. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt, but I thought you might want your stuff before Zeus completely bans you tomorrow. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”
Achilles shook his head ruefully. “Of all the pests I’m going to miss, you have to be the biggest one, Hercules.”
Ange folded her arms and scowled. “Hercules, you do realize it’s almost midnight, right? This isn’t really a time to be moving.”
Hercules scowled. “Do you want your stuff or not?” he asked Achilles.
Achilles yawned. “Of course, I want my stuff. I’ll come with you and help you. I can’t believe there’s much more.”
“No, I’ve about got it,” Hercules replied with irrepressible cheerfulness that made Ange want to choke him.
