Angel Falling (Falling #1)(30)
“Hank, that was … ” I couldn’t find the words, instead nuzzling into the crook of his neck on his good side.
“Everything. That was everything,” he whispered against my neck, kissing and nibbling the skin there. His hands caressed up and down my back in a soothing calming rhythm.
We spent long minutes that way, clutching one another while coming down from our combined highs. I was as certain as the sun would rise tomorrow that the man had ruined me for other men. That was possibly the best sexual experience I’d ever had in my life and he wasn’t even completely up to par, being hindered by his shoulder. I could only imagine what he’d be like with both arms in good working order. I could already picture being under him, his huge body surrounding me completely. Flutters of desire started to stir within my belly.
“Angel, I can feel your wheels spinning. What are you thinking about?” he asked, yearning evident in his voice.
“You. About how incredible this was. How I can’t wait to experience you when you’re healed,” I grinned and bit my lip.
“Oh, Darlin’, you have no idea the ways I’m going to take you,” he said before he kissed me, his soft lips and tongue overwhelming me. Deep affection was building between us so quickly it was hard to mask the rising feelings.
His tongue searched and played within mine in a saucy little dance. I moaned deeply, from the furthest recesses of my soul. I could feel him getting hard within me once more.
“Ride me, Angel. Nice and slow this time.” Hank was bossy in bed but I found that I rather enjoyed it. His dominant nature, the sheer size of him in all ways, made me giddy with the need to have him and relinquish control.
Together we found a slow, sensual rhythm. I could tell his shoulder was hurting him because a grimace overtook his lovely face now and then. Sliding up and down I put everything I had into making unhurried quiet love to him. With my body I showed him how much I desired him. With punch-drunk kisses I proved I wanted him and only him. Up and down, flesh to flesh, we melded our bodies and minds. Before long we were both withering and crying out in combined release. I’d never come with a man at the same time. With Hank, I had twice. Being with him sexually was magical, unlike any connection I’d ever known. The thought excited and frightened me in equal measure.
Without trying, I was becoming attached. Physically and mentally Hank had wiggled his way into my body and mind. At this very moment in time, it felt right.
***
It’s official. The woman was a goddess. Sex in my book was always good, sometimes great, but never like this. Ab-so-f*cking-lutely mind blowing. Her body drove me wild. She was damn near perfect and I told her as much. The legs were finely sculpted and went on for days. Her lengthy, slim body fit mine like no other. Her breasts were mouthwateringly tasty, and her ass—Jesus Christ, her ass made me weak. It was an ass you bowed down and worshiped and I planned to … often.
I almost blew my load when she turned around in those sexy little panties. Honestly, I had planned on waiting to take her to bed. Wanted to heal up a bit, play with her a little, and build up the anticipation between us. That all ended the moment her dress hit the floor. My Angel had a body that screamed take me! So I did. I’m not sorry, either.
Being with Aspen filled me with light. Made me whole. Finally, after weeks in this godforsaken city, I had something to hold onto. That something was several inches over five feet and had me wrapped around her delicate little baby finger.
After tonight, making love to her, there was nothin’ that was going to keep me from being near her. It wasn’t just the physical, either, though she damn near killed me with her knockout shape. I knew when I saw her weeks ago that she had a beautiful body, but seeing her bare, riding my cock … holy hell. I’d have to keep her close. There was no way in hell any man was ever going to look at my perfect Angel ever again. She was mine. In time, I’d make her so, body, heart, and soul.
Finally our breathing calmed to a normal rate. She lay naked, draped over my chest. Right where I needed her. She pulled her body back and my dick slipped out of her, both of us moaning in unison.
“I need to clean up,” she said shyly, her hair falling over her face like a golden fan.
“I rather like you dirty.” I couldn’t keep the grit out of my voice. She shot me a knowing smile as she sauntered into the restroom, a little extra sway to those sexy hips.
Good Lord, the woman made me crazy. She did things to me. Feelings I hadn’t felt in years were cropping up and demanding they be let out. Instead of dealing with them, my resident caveman came to the forefront making me want to knock her over the head, drag her to my bed, and never let anyone have her. Wanted to keep her for my very own.
She returned in a dark purple satin nightgown, sans the stockings. My dick started to stir and I mentally tried to think of my mom and dad, my brother’s two monsters, anything that would prevent me from the urge to take her again.
We both needed rest and I needed a pain pill. I got out of bed, went to my room, and took my pain remedy. Though a couple more rounds with my Angel and I wouldn’t give a shit how much the shoulder hurt. The sweet bliss I felt inside her was intoxicating and all encompassing. I’d suffer through the pain willingly for another taste of her honey.
After cleaning up in the bathroom I went back into her room. She had turned on the TV and was coyly looking away every time I tried to catch her blue-gray eyes.