Angel Falling (Falling #1)(28)
“So ready for me, Angel? Mmm, I like that. So much.” I plunged two fingers in while I trailed hot kisses all over her neck and back. She arched and I added another finger. Her body was searing hot as I used my fingers in and out, in and out, again and again. I f*cked her until she was gasping for air and begging for more. Her responsiveness shattered me.
I gloried in every little moan, gasp, and utterance of pleasure she bestowed. She was heaven and I wanted to taste every inch of it. I plucked her core and spun my thumb around her tight little nub until she screamed out, her orgasm taking her in violent spasms coating my fingers with her honey. I held on the best I could with one arm. Her body bucked against my chest as the last of her pleasure slowed.
When she calmed, she turned around and slanted her mouth over mine, kissing me so thoroughly I forgot about anything but the precious bundle I had half-naked in my arms.
Chapter 7
Hank’s right hand gripped and squeezed my ass as I sucked at the skin of his neck.
“Help me get this shirt off,” he requested.
Having put the shirt on him, I had the trick down pat. I pulled the good arm though the shirt first, then his head, then carefully slipped his wounded arm through the arm hole. He had me remove the sling, even though I disagreed profusely.
Once he was stripped of everything but his boxers, he turned abruptly and went and sat in the center of my bed. I was left feeling cold and bereft, yet insanely turned on.
“Take off your panties … slowly.” His demanding tone sent heat throughout my body, warming me from the top of my head to the tip of my nylon-covered toes. I did what he asked, making a real meal of the process. “Now your bra.” His voice was deeper, roughened by desire.
I twisted my arms behind my back and unclipped the hook. I shrugged and let the lace drop to the floor alongside my underwear.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispered. I preened at his compliment. “Come here.”
Taking long, slow strides, I walked to the foot of the bed. Putting my hands on the edge I crawled up to where he sat, straddling his hips bravely. My black stockings were a stark contrast to my white flesh and his tanned skin. His hand came out and pulled me to his lap roughly. His mouth went straight for my breast, sucking my nipple with long, deep, tugs of lips and teeth.
After a few minutes he’d moan and flick just the tip playfully with the end of his tongue, sending a fresh bout of arousal to my core. He moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention. Heat rose within me, tipping the world on edge as his talented fingers and the wet heat of him possessed me. Before long I was grinding against his erection, dizzy with the need to feel him inside.
Dragging his head away from my breasts I plunged my tongue into his warm mouth. He groaned and sucked my tongue, thrilling me to no end. With great skill, that enchanting tongue feasted on every surface. He made kissing a full-on banquet of sensation. Every nerve ending was on high alert. Even the slightest touch of his skin against mine had me moaning with need. He was driving me to the edge of insanity with lust.
“Hank, more, I need more,” I breathed into his mouth, tugging on his full bottom lip and waiting for the satisfying “plop” when I yanked away.
My hand snaked down between our bodies as both his hands cupped my bare bottom possessively. I could feel the difference in his wounded side. That hand merely held on, whereas his right gripped me with force. A pained expression came over his face.
“You okay?” The man just had surgery, and here I was trying to hop on pop.
“Don’t you worry none. I’m more than okay now that I have you.” His words egged me on. I found my target and squirmed onto his lap, backing up only to pull his erect cock out of his boxers.
“Oh, Darlin’, take my shorts off. I want nothin’ between us.” His eyes were smoldering as he stared at my body, licking his lips sinfully. I shimmied and tugged his boxers completely off him—rather ungracefully, but he didn’t care. His hands were all over me, touching, caressing, and squeezing in perfect unison with my need to feel him. His deep sighs as he gripped a particular part made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. With Hank, I didn’t feel lacking. With Grant, I wasn’t enough.
I nestled back over him. He had a beautiful cock that was rigid and proudly straining up to meet my body. I fondled it, slicking the wetness at the tip over and down the full length, watching his face, trying to catalogue what he liked best. He groaned and gritted his teeth when I played with the little patch of skin behind the wide knob of his dick.
He gestured for me to lift up to where I was holding my weight on my knees. His mouth came down and licked and kissed my belly with reverence. He inhaled deeply as he nuzzled my skin. Cherished. He made feel special, maybe even loved. I was loath to define it as such. It was too soon—much too soon—for mixing love and desire.
“I can’t get over your scent. It’s so … God Angel, everything about you is a dream come true.” He licked and grazed his teeth along my ribs before taking a nipple and sucking hard. “Delicious.” His teeth bit down and sent a surge of electric heat through my body. Wetness flooded my core. “You ready, Darlin’? I feel like I’m ready to explode.”
“God, yes, Hank. Now, please.”
Every touch, every nibble was more succulent then next. Drugged. I felt as high as a kite with no desire to ever come down. Hank did that to me. Made me lose my mind. Since the moment I looked into his eyes there was something there, something I couldn’t define. A connection perhaps that led us to this very moment. He was everything I shouldn’t want, but I did want him. Badly. It was impossible to deny this current running through my body, mind, even my soul. He was there and hell if he didn’t fit perfectly.