Angel Falling (Falling #1)(22)
“How much time you think I’ll be sleeping in this bed?” I wiggled my eyebrows at her seductively.
She cocked her head and grinned. “Where, pray tell, do you think you’ll be sleeping?”
“Don’t be coy, Angel. I’m guessing I’ll be in here, what? Two nights tops, before I have you laying out under me, begging for me to make you come again.”
“Again?”
“Oh yeah. I’m going to pleasure you in ways you’ve only imagined.”
From my spot on the bed I could see her eyes dilate, her hands curl into fists. “Pretty sure of yourself. For a man with a wounded shoulder, you sure talk a good game.” She was acting coy but her breath sped up, her hands tightened at her sides and she nibbled on her pink lips. My guess is she was imagining what I’d do to her and gettin’ turned on in the process.
I stood up and towered over her petite form. Gripping her hip I hauled her against my straining cock. She gasped when I rotated my pelvis against her belly. Tingles of pleasure ripped through me. She moaned and wet her lips again.
“Do you feel what you do to me? Just being near you?” She nodded. “When you’re ready to do something about it, you let me know.”
Her hands cupped my neck and her lips slanted over mine. The kiss was wild. Deep strokes of her tongue against mine had the steel pipe between my thighs reaching toward her, painfully hard. My right hand gripped her ass, grinding her more fully against my aching need.
The pressure was perfect. I breathed into her mouth. That sexy little body of hers slithered along mine, trying to gain friction where she wanted it most. I pulled her back until I felt the mattress behind me, then I sat.
She leaned down and sucked on my tongue, nipping my lips playfully. The woman had me in a tizzy, ready to f*ck her in seconds. My good hand slipped under her dress until I felt bare skin. Fucking thigh highs. She was going to be the end of me.
I had to see them.
With one hand I did my best and scrunched up the dress. She pulled her knee up to the mattress then straddled my lap. She was in the perfect position for me to smell and touch her where I wanted to most. My lips found the soft skin of her belly just under her navel. I swirled my tongue around the velvet expanse. The smell of her arousal intoxicated my senses and left me weak. Shimmers of excitement soared to my cock filling the thick stalk with an ache only one thing would cure.
She held up her dress for me as I slipped a hand down to squeeze her tight ass. The lace of her panties were so soft. I scrapped a callused thumb across the silky expanse. Dragging my fingers around the lace to the front I dipped down and cupped her *. A moan slipped from her lips, her mouth hovering over mine. She was so wet her panties were soaked.
“Shit, Angel!”
She groaned a version of my name or God as I tunneled my fingers between the lace and her baby soft skin to sink one finger deep inside. She was scalding hot and I wanted to drink that heat. Her hips rotated around in circles as I plunged another finger in. She was so tight her body clasped onto my fingers like a vice. I could only image how it would feel when I pressed my cock into her. She sighed and rode my hand slowly. For this first time, I allowed it. In the future, I’d take control. For now I enjoyed watching her ride my hand as her greedy * gripped my fingers. It was so erotic, and only a prelude of things to come. I swirled my thumb around the hard button nestled between her thighs and was rewarded with a deep moan.
“Oh God, Hank.”
“You feel that, Angel. You feel me deep inside you?” I pressed up with my two fingers until my palm rested against her wet slit.
“Y-yes,” she stuttered, thrusting her hips in time with my fingers.
“That’s just a taste of what it’s going to feel like when I’m f*cking you.”
Dirty talk worked for her; her entire body went rigid. “I’m going to come.”
One of her hands was braced on my good shoulder and the other on my chest, arching into me. “That’s it, Darlin’. Give it to me. I want to see you lose it.” Her hips moved up and down in tight, strong movements. I sucked and nibbled on her neck while she rode my hand. Hard.
A few more strokes of her clit and she shattered, screaming. Her swollen lips came down over mine. Our tongues stroked as she trembled. I kept plucking at her sweet *, drawing out her pleasure. When she calmed, I pulled my hand out of her panties and licked the wet digits clean. She watched in awe, her eyes a deep navy. Her taste was rich and sweet like the finest honey. Her gaze held mine and in that moment, I believed I could look into those indigo depths for a lifetime.
“God, you taste good. Just like honey.”
“Jesus, Hank.”
“Well no, but I’m glad you think I’m God-like.” We both laughed and she stood and righted her dress. I cupped a hand over my aching shaft and squeezed to relieve some of the pressure.
She looked down with hunger in her eyes. “You want me to ... ”
She was cut off by Oliver rounding the corner. In my haste to touch her, I’d forgotten the little fella was here. Had he walked in a minute before he’d be gettin’ quite the eyeful.
I casually threw my arm over my lap to cover my desire.
“There you are.” He looked us both up and down, his lips twitching. “You have a photo session and a meeting with the photographer for the magazine’s first fashion shoot in an hour. You about ready?”