Angel Falling (Falling #1)(31)
“Um, I thought we could watch a movie now.” She twisted her fingers together and gripped the comforter to her chest tightly.
“Sounds good, Darlin‘.” Shyness was new and lovely on her. Unexpected after three orgasms, but cute nonetheless.
She watched me walk naked across the room.
“See something you like?” I asked her, standing unmoving at the side of the bed. Her eyes scoured my form greedily.
“You are a work of art, Hank,” slipped past her pretty lips. I boldly stroked my dick for her pleasure more than mine. “Oh, God,” she mewled as my cock grew to full mast.
Before I could say anything she had scurried along the bed and my cock was down her throat. “Fuck, Angel! Warn a man next time!” Her hands palmed my ass as she sucked and swirled her pink little tongue around and around the fat head.
I watched her with adoration. She was a beautiful sight, bobbing up and down over my cock.
That tongue of hers lapped at the fluid leaking from the tip and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. My vision blurred and I had to reach out and hold onto the bedpost to keep from passing out. Seeing her small hand encase my length, her haunting eyes stared at mine as if she was reaching through to my soul.
The sight almost undid me. Almost.
Still, I couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to. She put such effort into pleasing me I damn near fell to my knees to beg for mercy. It was impossible that a woman so perfect, so ungodly beautiful, existed and wanted me. Big ol’ Hank from Texas, playing building blocks in the big city.
She took me deep and hummed around my hard flesh. “God, f*ck!” If I didn’t take control of this I was going to lavish her with words she wasn’t ready to hear. Words that were meant for long-term lovers who were devoted to one another. I wanted to be devoted to her. Hell, I already was, even if she didn’t want me for the long run. Somehow, I’d find a way to make her mine for good.
As she sucked me into oblivion, I gripped the sides of her head, fingers tunneling into her silky hair. “Let me,” I gestured, thrusting my dick. Her eyes turned big and rolled back, closing of their own volition. She breathed deeply through her nose as I slid my cock down her throat, f*cking her the way I wanted to from the moment I saw her in front of the building weeks ago. I twisted her long hair in my good hand, roughly tipped her head back, perfecting the angle as I plowed into her eager mouth.
One of her hands held her balance, the other came up to her creamy white breast where she cupped and pinched the nipple much harder than I would have. She moaned and I watched astonished as she hungrily took my length down her throat over and over.
“Touch yourself … C-come with me, Angel,” I urged.
She slid her right hand down her gorgeous body, lifted her purple gown up to give me a nice view of her bare ass. She held herself up on her knees, one hand keeping balance on the bed. She leaned her weight onto her balancing arm and slid her other hand down to delve into her heat. I had the perfect position to see her fingers twirl around her clit.
The sight ripped through my body, sending jolts of pleasure where her pretty cheeks hollowed out around my cock. She moved faster and faster, following the pattern of my thrusts. I had been on the edge of coming since the second her lips touched me, but this, this was unbelievable. I was about to blow. Her fingers between her legs were a blur of activity; her ass tipped up and arched while she moaned, a shot of electricity sizzled through me. She removed her hand from her wet heat and brought it up to pinch and elongate her right nipple. With nimble fingers she squeezed and yanked on it until it was the color of a ripe raspberry. I knew it tasted just as good.
Watching her stroke herself and take my cock down her throat at the same time did me in.
She jerked in orgasm the same time I pumped into her mouth, howling as the pleasure became too much. My seed jetted down her throat, a little dribbled out the side of her mouth. I took my thumb and brushed it off, wanting her skin unmarked. She swallowed my essence then gripped my hand and licked off the remnants, like a cat sipping its milk from a bowl. Aspen was by far the sexiest woman I’d ever been with. Everything about her tore at my heart and ripped it open wide for her to steal.
She lapped at my softening dick, licking me clean. I cupped her face, fingertips lightly flowing along the ridges and planes. So many emotions were openly visible as her gaze held mine. The way she nuzzled against my shaft as if she was worshiping me stole my breath. My angel was too good to be true. None of the women I’d ever been with made me feel as if they owned me, but this one did. A small blink of her perfect lashes and I was done. A lift of her swollen lips and I was a goner. She straight owned me. It was more than the sex. It was the way she looked at me. As if she saw … me. Not just a hunk of meat or a body to f*ck.
Her hands slid up and down my thighs and heavy bursts of air left me. She came up on her knees and held me. A hug. Something so simple held so much meaning. This wasn’t just a roll in the hay. It was more. She knew it and I knew it. Now I just had to make sure she didn’t try to escape it.
Leaning down, I kissed her deeply, wanting her to know how much this night had meant to me. I could taste myself in her kiss, and it was one of the most exotic things I’d ever experienced. I devoured her mouth and lips until we were both out of breath.
She removed her nighty, pulled back the covers and slid under, leaving the space next to her open in invitation. I tilted on my good side and pulled her against me, her ass nestled against my groin. I lobbed the bum arm over her waist. “Is this okay?” I asked a little uncertain.