Fallen Angel (The List #3)

by N. K. Love

  Beth stands up and puts her hands on my knees, leaning down to bless me with a lingering kiss full of filthy promises. I’m still licking my tingling lips as I allow her hips to sway my eyes into a trance whilst she disappears down the hallway. But not before instructing me to ‘lose the tee’ too.

  That’s my girlfriend. My beautiful, sexy, angelic, fucking badass girlfriend. Mine.

  This is a massive step for me, I’ve done it. Instead of feeling apprehensive, I’m feeling energised, like I’ve made a positive step with my life. My feet feel like they haven’t moved forward in such a long time. It’s daunting but for all the right reasons.

  I’m going to enjoy tonight and address tackling my ultimate dilemma tomorrow. Whatever happens I will need to tread extremely carefully, which requires a clear head.

  After setting up my favourite slow jam’s playlist, I carefully take off my tee and throw it onto the seat beside me. I use another remote control to turn the small wall lamps placed around the room onto their dimmest setting, creating a warm cabin-like ambiance. Not too light but not pitch black like it was once I’d turned the television off.

  Beth strolls back down the hallway barefoot, with her beautiful smile still dancing on her face. She has a glass of orange juice for her and iced water for me. She puts them down on the small table beside the sofa, within reaching distance for me.

  Nodding in approval at my choice in music, she runs her hands down from my shoulders to the waistband of my bottoms, instantly reawakening my dick.

  “You followed instructions to my satisfaction, well done.” She slides her hands down my thighs, nudging my knees apart. I oblige but then she steps back. “Now, my wounded gladiator, I promised ‘less clothes and more skin’. But it seems you’re ahead of me so I guess I’m playing catch up.”

  That sultry look written all over her body is telling me that she’s going to strip for me. God, please say she’s going to fucking strip for me.

  A new song begins and it’s “Drunk In Love” by Beyoncé. Note to self: Clarify to Beth afterwards that this is a readymade playlist.

  I didn’t add it myself but from the wicked smile Beth has just flashed me, she seems to be pleased. She flicks her eyebrows up and down, obviously happy with the timing of this tune. She pushes the table slightly to the right and out of her way.

  “Turn it up, please.” I do. “Louder.”

  So I turn it up as high as I can before we’d have to start shouting to be heard.

  Standing directly in front of me about six foot away, she points first to her button down white blouse and then to her trousers. Looks like I have the pleasure in choosing what she takes off first.

  I set my phone to video and show her my intention.

  “May I?”

  “You may.”

  Propping it up on the arm of the sofa, I make sure it captures her completely, press record and leave it.

  I study her body all over, taking in every delicious curve and she shifts from one leg to the other under my intense scrutiny. My eyes land on hers then dip down to indicate her blouse and back up to her hazel eyes. Beth moves her finger to point at her blouse and I nod decidedly.

  Instead of starting at the top, she pulls the hem of the blouse out of her waistband and starts unbuttoning from the bottom. With her feet shoulder-width apart and her hip cocked out to the side, she looks every bit the dominant female. If I didn’t know her better, I’d believe this was her preference. But I already know that this is all for my benefit. Her natural state is to be under my control. She thrives off it sexually and so do I, which makes this moment even sexier, knowing she’s doing this for me and realising how much her confidence has grown.

  I attach my gaze to her fingers and watch as they work at the perfect pace, undoing each button from bottom to top. Without looking I feel the heat of her eyes on me. As she undoes her last button she swipes either half to her sides and places her hands on her hips, holding the material open.

  Exposing a new lilac sheer bra, she allows me a moment to fully absorb the spectacular view. There’s barely any material to it, her nipples are just about covered but the sheer fabric easily reveals just how much she appreciates seeing how appreciative I am. Her tits are absolute perfection. They’re larger than average—there’s nothing average about her body, full stop. This bra keeps her breasts parted with enough room for my tongue to glide effortlessly through the scenic valley between them. The cups are only held together by a slither of material at the base of her plunging cleavage.

  The dim lighting casts shadows across her curves and her toned stomach.

  The music matches the moment. Beth slowly shrugs the blouse off each shoulder seductively and lets it fall down her back and off at the cuffs, pooling at her feet.

  Pointing to her trousers, I nod without hesitation, earning a smirk that I’m sure she tried to hold back. She unfastens the waistband and holds the two sides open, revealing the top of her matching lilac underwear.

  Expertly shimmying the trousers off her hips, she brings her feet together, straightening her legs and casually glides them downwards, bending her top half over as she goes. The trousers and her long loose locks meet her blouse gathering at her feet. She holds onto her ankles, which extenuates how her hips and peachy ass are perfectly positioned in my eye line.

  God, I’m rock hard for her as I imagine myself gripping onto those hips from behind and tracing her spine with my lips. Swiftly followed by plunging my inches into her as deep as her cleavage was and beyond.

  When she straightens herself up, her flushed look reminds me of her gorgeous post-fucked glow. I’m clenching my jaw and I know she sees the turmoil in my face, because she instantly mirrors it.

  I push one hand beneath my waistband in a bid to take the edge of the pressure.

  We feed off each other’s bodies. She can see how much I want her and it makes her want me equally so.

  I point to the floor with my free hand and rotate my forefinger, indicating for her to turn around for me. She obliges, slowly turning on the spot, giving me 360 degrees of palpitations.

  Seeing her stand before me in this sexy lingerie—knowing she’s all mine now—is overwhelming. I want to fuck her so bad and I don’t mean fuck her like I’ve fucked every other girl in my lifetime. It has categorically never ever been that way with her. From the second we touched, we both unintentionally brought emotions to the table and I always knew somewhere within me that this girl was different.

  I knew she had the power to change me even when I didn’t want to be changed. No matter how much bravado I added to the equation, it never stuck. It falls away from her like water off a duck’s back and leaves me stripped bare every single time.

  I throw my head back into the cushions, rubbing my fingers over the top of my scalp. I haven’t shaved it for a few days so my hair’s longer than usual. I open my eyes and catch a glimpse of shyness wave over her, then it’s gone.

  I mime to her, ‘You. Are. Beautiful.’

  But she holds her forefinger to her lips saying, ‘Ssshh’. Then carefully unclasps a clip on her bra that was hidden between her breasts. Holding each cup separately with her elbows tucked into her sides, she gradually opens her bra and drops the straps off her shoulders. Replacing her hands back on her hips, standing in just her tiny G-string, she looks absolutely breath-taking.

  I grip my cock harder, stroking myself leisurely as she watches me, watching her.

  I can’t believe how fortunate I am to have her enter my fucked up life. How can I be the only man in the world blessed with the opportunity to realise how awesome she is on every level? I feel a momentary pang of guilt for keeping her all to my undeserving self.

  Shrewdly though, I make sure I’m always shouting louder than the grim voice inside me that’s telling me no matter how much I want to protect her, I can’t protect her from me, from the uncertainty. What if I hurt her, I mean really hurt her? Can I ever be deserving of her affections?

  Beth is stunning, perfe
ctly proportioned, effortlessly balanced, inside and out. The cherry on top is that she has no clue just how flawless she is. She’s mine now and I’m hers. We can make this work and for the first time in a very long time, I allow myself to feel hopeful. I’m hopeful.

  I curse under my breath but I can’t take it anymore, I’ve got to touch her now, this is killing me. I use the remote to turn the speakers down so it feels more like background music now.

  “Angel, you’d better get that beautiful body of mine over here now before my cock dies of neglect. I swear to God.”

  Beth’s cute little nose wrinkles and she giggles. She leaps over to me not caring that her bouncing tits are going to give me a heart attack. She dives on her knees in front of me. I reach for her, taking her face in my hands and finally get to taste her again. I force my tongue between her lips, filling her mouth to find its dance partner. Our tongues circle and tease each other.

  “You are fucking amazing B, and you’re all mine.” She nods, lacing her fingers behind my neck for support. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

  I didn’t intend on sounding so authoritative, but I need to hear it.

  “I’m yours.” She whispers on my lips as she traces her tongue along them. “All yours.” Her hands move from my neck to my shoulders and she pushes me back against the sofa. “So if I’m yours then this is—” My cock is already reaching out of my waistband, impatiently begging for her attention, which comes by way of a firm, much needed grip. “—this is mine. Right?”

  Seemingly a rhetorical question, as she wastes no time in pulling both waistbands out and down, capturing my cock between her lovely lips. When I take hold of her hair, my elbow nudges my phone, reminding me that it’s still recording. I readjust it to film all of the action. Not that this can be considered her sex tape but I’m already looking forward to watching this back with her.

  She’s teasing, flicking her tongue along my thick wet head whilst she reaches down and takes hold of my balls. She moans against my skin and takes me all in, rolling my balls simultaneously. I wrap her hair around my fist, gliding my free hand along the length of her spine. Her back shivers and she responds by groaning and taking me deeper, rippling her tongue with expert precision. I tense my abs, stopping my hips from taking control of the pace. There’s a shooting pain beneath the padded gauze patch. Bastard stitches.

  Beth finds her rhythm, keenly taking in all she can until I start hitting the back of her throat. I put my chain in my mouth and bite down.

  Looking down, my eyes hungrily take in all they can too; her head bobbing in my lap, my long inches fucking her talented mouth surrounded by her overly stretched lips, the slope of her toned back, her bronzed skin, leading down to one of my favourite spots—that perfect arch where her curves climb up to meet her back, her hips popping out to the sides, harnessing her delicious ass. She’s still wearing her thong; a reminder that she’s still out of fucking bounds.

  The friction of her tits rubbing the material over my thighs, her fingers massaging my balls, her long hair bound tightly around my fist whilst her mouth destroys my cock—it’s a sensation overload that needs to ease up before I overload into her mouth without warning.

  I don’t know when but I’m now tugging at her hair so I try to slow her down. She’s relentless though, making her desire clear. Still pressing me deep, she mumbles “Uh-uh.” Moaning, she withdraws and clenches her lips together so I feel the tightness.

  Beth looks up at me through long black lashes as she catches her breath.

  “I’ve wanted to taste you since Thursday night.” She looks up at me to clarify, “Beforehand.” Whilst her tongue rotates round and around, I reach my free hand down the front of her neck and find her hard nipples waiting for me to roll and pinch. “Mmm—Jax.”

  She descends again swift and deep, sending my head back to face the timber beams once more.

  “Angel—” I look back down and my fist works in sync with her head, building and climbing. “That’s it. Like that. Swallow me.” Beth pushes herself harder and I’m on the brink. Her appreciative moans create vibrations that my cock can’t handle. “Take. Every. Last. Drop.”

  I close my eyes and erupt into her mouth. God, it feels amazing every time. The roof of her mouth cradles my cock whilst her tongue waves underneath as I feel her swallowing all I have to give. She pulls back quicker than anticipated. As she looks up and licks her swollen lips, I can’t control the squeeze of another release that lands perfectly across her nipple.

  We both glance down and whilst I’m thinking how damn fucking hot this looks, she arches her back, lifts her breast in her hand and locks her eyes to mine. She slowly licks over her nipple in one efficient stroke triggering a low growl to escape my throat at the carnal sight of my woman.

  My woman.

  “You did say every last drop G.”

  As she rubs her lips together, I unravel her hair and meet her halfway, letting our mouths crash together. We interlink our hands and crush our chests into one. I pull away first, kissing the tip of her nose as she bats her eyelashes at me. We rest our foreheads and rub our noses together, slowly from side to side.

  “God, Beth, the places you reach.” She glances down and wiggles her eyebrows, sucking in her bottom lip. “—yes, there, but also here—”

  I move to overlap her hand and bring it to my head, tapping our fingers on my temple. She strokes down my face as I continue.

  “—and in here.”

  I move our hands from my cheek to my chest, my heart. Her eyes fill with emotion and the cute little dimple on her chin quivers.

  “Those better be tears of happiness.”

  She nods as she lets out a half laugh-half sob, causing the tears to tumble but they don’t keep falling. Like a torch, her sincere smile lights up my darkness in a way that I’m not used to. So I dare to hope that I’m man enough to make the right decisions.

  “Jax, I can’t believe we’re really together. I mean, you are definitely sure? Because I know it’s a huge step for you, for both of us.”

  “This is a surprise for me too but I think we both need to get better at following our instincts and not looking back. I’m working on it. I know you still have unanswered questions but I still have some business, some issues, I need to deal with before I can explain more to you. Also—” I tilt her chin up so she can see I genuinely mean this. “—I’m under no illusions that you’ll even want me once you get to know me, properly. I wouldn’t blame you or hold anything against you, I promise.”

  “Okay, my turn. This unexplainable, powerful bond we have—I know you feel it too—it deserves us both to give it our all. I’ve been willing to for a while but I would never have pushed you. The fact that you’ve put your faith in us, shows me that you recognise this isn’t something we can walk away from easily. If we get hurt, so be it. And I’m not being flippant. I’m saying this because I know that whatever happens, it’ll be worth it. I totally understand that when you let me in—all the way in—your fear is that you’re gonna scare the shit out of me and I’ll run. But maybe my fear is that you’re gonna get bored with me, with having just one girl—”

  “Not gonna happen. I couldn’t. I won’t.”

  “And that’s exactly my response to your fear too; not gonna happen. I couldn’t. I won’t.” I get it. “But neither of us know what’ll happen so all we can do is be ourselves and be together. Unfiltered honesty. When you’re ready to talk, I’ll be here.” I kiss her nose again and wrap my arms around her bare back. “Now let’s go to bed—” Eyeing the semi setting to work between us, she grins “—to sleep! Down boy, just a few more days, I promise.”

  “Good, because I can’t wait to wake my girlfriend up with my head buried in her pussy.”

  Chapter Six

  Monday 20th April 2015

  8:37am

  Beth

  “Conniving bitch.”

  I mutter to myself in the kitchen as I remove the note Jax left me on the fridge last week; ‘B, t
hanks for #18, I look forward to returning the favour. Back about 11:30. You, me, a smoke and a film sounds good to me Angel. P.S. No chick flicks! G x’

  Angel. That’s how Carmel knew.

  My irritation soon disperses, when I re-read his words and smile. Jax told me not to worry about her so I won’t. Instead, I focus on his lovely handwriting and smile at his ‘#18’ reference, blushing to myself at the recollection.

  Retrieving my phone from my robe pocket, I open my organiser app and scroll through my Fuck It list. Ah-ha, there it is, the mighty number 23. Go Beth!

  Fuck It List

  1. Blowjob

  2. Handjob

  3. Cunnilingus

  4. Sex in a workplace

  5. Sex in a car

  6. Sex in the shower

  7. Multiple orgasm

  8. Get a tattoo