Page 59 of Angel
“Close your eyes,” I told her.
She obeyed immediately. I growled in pleasure, loving how quick she was to do as I commanded.
Climbing from bed, I went to the closet. What I looked for hung in the corner, a braided whip with a tasseled end.
Paige lay on the bed, not a muscle having moved.
“Keep them closed,” I growled.
She licked her lips, her breathing growing quicker and betraying her excitement.
Standing over her, I ran the tasseled end down her stomach and across her clit. A little sound escaped her mouth. The tassel kept it up, exploring the inside of Paige’s thighs and the length of her torso.
I teased her nipples by swatting them lightly. Paige made the sound that told me I gave her the right mix of pain and pleasure.
Reaching down, I tweaked a nipple and climbed on top of her, my legs straddling her thighs.
Slap.The tassel hit her clit. Paige yelled out, the anguished cry turning into an ecstatic moan. Her eyes popped open and connected with mine.
Instead of chastising her I held the eye contact, the presence of her gaze giving me a new thrill. Dropping the whip, I situated myself in the right spot and took hold of the base of my dick.
She stretched eagerly, her depths engulfing and welcoming me back. Sweet ecstasy filled me up. Paige’s mouth opened into a silent O as I moved fluidly inside of her.
Deeper and deeper I pushed, finding her sweet spot and giving it all of my attention. Paige came, crying out as her muscles clenched around me. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, riding my pleasure as I let go.
We stayed where we were, Paige on her back and me straddling her. We both panted, catching our breaths. I wiped some sweat off my brow with my forearm. I knew I should climb off of her but I couldn’t bring it in myself to move.
“I wish I had gotten you a better birthday present,” I found myself saying.
Surprise etched across her face. “Are you talking about the whip or the snow globe?”
I smirked. “The snow globe.”
She reached up and ran her soft palms over my chest. One of her fingers hooked the little bit of hair on my chest and I sighed in relaxation.
“I love it,” she said. “It’s the perfect present. Every time I look at it I’ll remember that weekend.”
“Good.”
“Then what’s the problem?” She wriggled slightly under me and I climbed off of her and joined her on the bed.
She snuggled up on top of my arm and pressed her head into my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head.
“So?” She pressed. “What’s the problem? What did you really want to give me?”
A ring.
As soon as I had the thought I questioned where it came from. A ring? Really? Anengagementring?
No. That was preposterous. It was terrifying.
...Right?
Maybe it would have been a year ago. Or even a month ago. But today it wasn’t. The thought of giving Paige a ring, asking her to be mine for the rest of my life, seemed just right.
One day. I would do it one day.
I ran my fingers through the ends of her hair. “My love,” I whispered. “I want to give you my love.”
Paige wiggled from my arms and turned onto her stomach. Propping herself up on her forearms, she stared at me.
“Angelo,” she gasped.
“You are mine, Paige,” I interrupted, before she could say anything else.
I pressed my hand against her cheek. She grabbed hold of it and kissed it.
“Good,” she grinned. “Glad to hear it.”
