by Mary Abshire
He lifted slightly and lowered his kisses down her abdomen. She loosened her legs and lifted one to the back of the couch as he licked and nibbled his way to her southern charm. When he reached it, he didn’t delay. He parted her moist lips and sank his tongue inside.
Emily gasped so loud he nearly shot off his load in his pants. He burned with desire, literally almost sweating. She tasted like an apple, but not too tart. He licked and licked, enjoying her writhe and her breathy sounds. Her body tensed more when he circled her sweet spot. He wanted her to come hard and fast. She needed a release. She needed to feel the love he wanted to share. He slowly slid a finger inside her while he began sucking on her clit. She moaned and gripped the edge of the cushion. Her climax had to be near and he couldn’t wait to feel it. He stroked her nub while slipped his finger out and back in again and again. The tension in her body strengthened. When her breathing started to hitch, he sensed her release was close. He caressed her with more fervor and pushed another digit inside her snug slickness. Her climax came with a loud gasp and her inner walls contracted around his fingers.
He slowly withdrew his tongue but kept his hand in place. She took heavy breaths as she rode the wave of pleasure. He marveled at her as her tension lessened and she succumbed to the relief flowing through her. She was the most beautiful, most passionate, and most incredible woman he’d ever met. One day he would have to have her.
She took his face in her hands and sat up. “Thank you,” she said, breathily, and then kissed him.
He considered pumping his fingers into her again to bring her another orgasm, but instead he slowly withdrew them.
“Let me return the favor,” she said.
“That wasn’t a favor.”
“Shut up and let me please you.”
He wouldn’t argue. He sat upright and then lifted his body as she tugged at his pants. His stiff cock got caught and he had to free it. She finally managed to push his scrubs and boxers down his legs. He held his painful weapon as she tore of his shoes off and then his clothes. His balls ached and he was ready to come. He felt like a teenager all over again. He couldn’t help the way he felt about her. He wanted to enjoy whatever she had planned, but he knew in reality it wouldn’t take long for his release to arrive.
She kneeled in front of him and ran her hands over his legs. Her lusty eyes stared at his groin. He let go of himself and brushed her bangs away from her forehead.
“You’re a piece of fine art,” he said. “Priceless and beautifully created. There is no other like you.”
He grazed his thumb down and over her lips. She brushed his finger with her tongue. The brief touch caused his dick to twitch. Her eyes widened slightly. She was beyond amazing and nothing would keep him from having her one day.
She took his cock into her hands and slowly brought her mouth upon him. He tensed and leaned his head back on the sofa. Good God, he wanted to come right then and there, but he held back. She slid her warm and wet lips along most of his length. His thick erection seemed too big for her, but damn, she felt good. When she began stroking him, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. His tension surmounted and he clenched his fists at his sides, pushing them into the sofa. She slid her tongue underneath his shaft as she sucked him. His heart pounded while his blood rocketed to his groin. The feel of her loving mouth on his body was too much for him and he lost control. His orgasm came fast and he groaned as his seed spilled into her. To his surprise, she didn’t back away, which drew out the length of his release. Wave after wave of relief swam through him and he began to relax. Slowly, the pressure within his pulsing cock faded.
“Sorry about that,” he said he brushed his fingers in her brown locks. The color looked better on her than the black. “I was a little excited. I’ll try better next time.”
She gently slipped his erection from her mouth. The slow caressing movement was enough to arouse him.
“What makes you think there will be a next time?” She licked her lips and he noted a slight curve to them.
He leaned forward and stared into her passion-filled eyes. “Because I plan to make you come again and again. I won’t stop until you’re completely and utterly exhausted from so many orgasms.”
Before she could respond, he pulled her lips to his. He ventured to play with her tongue and she welcomed him. His release might have come quickly, but he was far from being done with her. From the heat of her kiss, he sensed she needed more relief too. Crazy for the woman in his grasp, he would endeavor to prove his love and fulfill her every desire.
Chapter Twenty
The sound of a car engine revving as it went by woke Emily from her slumber. In truth, her bladder had been bothering her for a while, but she didn’t want to get out of bed. She didn’t want to leave the man sleeping underneath her.
She lay on her side against him with her head in the crevice of his arm, under his shoulder. Her right breast pressed against his chest while she rested her hand above his thumping heart. Part of her leg coiled over his. They were both naked and the blue sheet covered the lower half of their bodies. He’d held her for the longest time while they caressed each other with their fingers. She couldn’t help it. She enjoyed touching his chiseled torso, tracing all the mountains of muscle and valleys between them. It seemed he took pleasure in touching her too. The soothing feeling had eventually led her to sleep.
The night they’d shared together had been beyond wonderful. The last time she’d spent the night with a man had been with her ex-boyfriend from college. And the last time she’d been held so tenderly was with her ex several years ago. She’d forgotten how good it felt. She’d almost forgotten how satisfying multiple orgasms were. It amazed her how many times he managed to make her come. And each one had been spectacular. The angel truly knew how to satisfy a woman. But then, he’d had plenty of experience.
Her bladder ached. She’d put off relieving it long enough. She opened her eyes. Soft light glowed around the edges of the curtains. She suspected they’d slept past sunrise. She gently lifted her head. Andrew’s eyes and lips were shut. He had a five o’clock shadow on his face and she liked it. If he let the hair grow a little more and added some tattoos, the man would be even more irresistible. On second thought, he didn’t need any extra temptations to have sex. She’d already pushed the limits by fooling around with him. While he seemed to enjoy her blowjobs, she sensed he wanted more. She couldn’t blame him. She did too.
Careful not to disturb him, she raised her leg and then her arm. She rolled over a little only to find his arm underneath her back. She stilled, waiting for him to move. When he didn’t after several seconds, she started to sit upright. The cover slid down and revealed his naked body. He’d said she was a work of fine art, but he was the one who fit the description. It had to take years of rigorous training and exercise to get the kind of definition he had. And his cock … it was definitely a prize to admire. Although it lay limp, his shaft was larger than some men’s aroused erection. And when he’d been excited… Good Lord! She’d struggled initially to take him fully into her mouth. Fully engorged, his rod had been thick and long. She could understand now why so many women would want to fuck him. He had the looks, the charm, and an impressive, big weapon.
A gurgle from her stomach made her widen her eyes. The loud sound stood out from the silence. She watched to see if he’d heard it. His chest expanded as he took a breath, but the rest of him remained still. Movements slow, she withdrew her legs from the sheet and then scooted off the bed. She glanced behind her as she headed to the bathroom. He’d never stirred.
After shutting the door, she hurried to relieve her bladder. Life seemed better once she’d finished. While she washed her hands, her stomach rumbled again. Since she was up, she could fix breakfast. Andrew had to be hungry too. But if she were going to get busy, she had to shower first.
Emily turned on the faucet before she stepped into the tub. The hot spray steamed up the bathroom in little time. Fearing the noise of the running water
would wake Andrew, she hurried to wash her hair and body. When she lathered the soap over her breasts she noticed how tender they felt. He’d seemed to enjoy sucking and groping them. His hands had been all over her body and his fingers had ventured inside. He knew how to please her and he’d done a fantastic job. She hoped they could control their desires in the future, but she had a feeling that would be more difficult now.
Finished with her shower, she clenched the excess water from her locks and stepped away from the tub. She wrapped a towel around her body and headed for the vanity. Steam blocked her reflection in the mirror. She wiped her hand across it and was able to get a glimpse of herself. A red mark on her neck gathered her attention. She leaned closer to get a better view. Her jaw dropped. The angel had given her a hickey.
Grinning, she stepped away from the vanity. Andrew had more than his hands all over her body. His lips and tongue had explored many places. She should’ve realized what he was doing on her neck, but she’d been a little preoccupied when his fingers were busy bringing her an orgasm.
She opened the door and left the bathroom with the towel still wrapped around her body. Andrew rolled onto his side to face her. He hadn’t moved the sheet and it didn’t surprise to see his cock had stiffened. He propped his head up with his hand.
“Sorry if I woke you.” She strode to the dresser.
“It’s okay. Why don’t you come back to bed for a bit?”
She opened the drawer where she kept her underwear. Shuffling through her panties, she spotted a pair of red string bikinis. She snatched them.
“Aren’t you hungry? You haven’t eaten since you got off from work last night,” she said.
He sat up in the bed. “I’ve eaten.”
She shook her head. “Food.”
He stretched his arm toward her. “Food can wait. Please, just lay with me for a bit longer.”
“I’m pretty sure you don’t want me to just lay with you.”
Smiling, he lowered his arm and tilted his head to the side. “Come here.”
The gleam in his eyes made it difficult for her to resist him. She clutched the underwear in her hand as she walked to his side of the king-size bed. He moved closer to the edge and let his legs dangle. When she came to a stop near him, she couldn’t resist looking at his long erection.
He took her hand and removed the panties. He held them up. “Nice, but you don’t need them.” He tossed them toward the dresser.
“If I’m going to cook, I should wear some clothes.”
He tugged the towel free and it fell to the floor. “I want you first. Food can wait. In case you haven’t noticed, which I think you have, I can’t wait.”
He cupped her breasts and thumbed her sore nipples. Strings of heated need spread through her. He secured his mouth over one of her tits and sucked on it. The tenderness seemed to have disappeared, replaced with pleasure. She ran her fingers in his soft hair while she tried to steady her breathing. He moved to her other breast and treated it the same. Her temperature rose along with her desire. Fuck, he made her feel so good.
Overwhelmed with passion, all her plans evaporated in an instant. Her body craved one thing and he knew it.
He wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close. His hands were warm. His entire body seemed to radiate heat. She’d noticed the same thing the entire time they’d fooled around.
He nipped her tit before lifting his head. “I want to touch and kiss you all over again. Please.”
His seductive voice coaxed her into nodding. He loosened his arms and she climbed onto the bed.
“Lay on your stomach first,” he said.
She crawled over the mattress. He smacked her ass, surprising her completely. The sting hurt and she jerked her head back to him. Heat radiated from butt cheek.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist,” he said.
Although slightly painful, tingles spread to her sex and made her wetter. She spread her legs as she lowered onto the bed. Head turned to the side, she rested it on her hands.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said.
He wrapped his warm hands around one of her feet. He kissed her heel and then slowly planted kisses and little nibbles along the back of her leg while he brought his fingers up. His touch tickled and excited her. No man had ever treated her so well. He continued up the back of her thigh. Tendrils of desire spread to her sex. Her arousal grew as he moved closer to her apex. She closed her eyes, trying to stay calm and steady her fast beating heart. When he reached her ass, he groped both her cheeks and spread them. One side still felt tender. The bed moved and she opened her eyes. He’d moved between her legs. His thumbs were ever so close to her sex as he kneaded her buttocks.
“You’re so wet,” he said softly.
She dug her fingers into the bed when bit her ass. He nibbled, sucked, and licked one cheek at a time. The anticipation grew inside her. She opened her mouth since she seemed to require more air. He buried his face into her and delved his tongue inside. A moan slipped from her. He licked every inch of her again and again. Her breaths were heavy and she clawed at the bed. She yearned for him to relieve her of the tension building inside her. He pushed two fingers inside her and slid his other hand to find her sensitive nub. He found it and her yearning escalated. She gasped when he inserted another digit and pumped them into her while he rubbed her clit. She had no control. All she could think about was his magical touch and her desperate need. Heat coursed through her as she reached the edge of her climax.
“Come for me,” he said, thrusting his fingers into her.
A moan of pure joy leaped from her when her release came.
“Yes, that’s it … ride the wave,” he said, and she did.
Her inner walls contracted and relief flowed through her, bringing an end to all the tension. He slowly removed one hand, but kept his fingers inside her. He slid them in and out, keeping her orgasm alive. His legs bumped hers and she twisted to see he was pumping his erection. The head of his cock had a purplish tint.
“Don’t move,” he said, voice strained.
His shaft poked her butt cheek while he slipped his digits in and out. In little time, warm fluid spilled on her ass. He withdrew his fingers before he fell over her and pressed his rigid erection above her crack. His heavy body crushed her. He placed his hands on top of hers and rocked against her ass. His movements began to slow and he lowered his face near hers. His heated breaths brushed over her and he finally stilled. Then he chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
He kissed her temple. “You cleaned up and I made a mess on you. But the good news is, I can clean you again.” He lifted his body away from her. “Don’t move. Okay?”
“Yeah.”
The bed jiggled as he scooted over it. His feet patted on the hardwood floor as he strode to the bathroom with his cock jutting out. Chin on the back of her hands, she smiled at the pleasant view. His tight ass looked kissable. Bitable. She warmed at the thought.
He’d disappeared briefly before he returned carrying a washcloth. His shaft hadn’t shrunken much. How could a man hold such a long erection? Was he taking some kind of Viagra?
He climbed on the bed and stopped at her side. He rubbed the cloth over her and said, “Don’t laugh, but I can’t help myself when I’m touching and kissing you. Everything feels a hundred times better than it did in heaven. And I love seeing your responses. I lose control.”
After he finished wiping her backside, he tossed the rag away from the bed. Emily rolled over. Not even a second later, he’d taken one of her breasts into his hand. He slithered next to her, pressing his body along the side of hers and his mouth close to her other tit.
“What do you mean it feels better?” she asked as she grazed her fingers over his cheek. The little bit of hair tickled her fingers.
“Touching you feels different. I feel your warmth, your softness, the hardness of your bones… And you taste so good. In heaven, I didn’t really taste anything. There wasn’t
a flavor.”
“I have a flavor?”
“You taste like an apple and your hair smells of a salty sea breeze. Women in heaven don’t have a taste or smell. And touching them … it’s like I didn’t really feel anything. And my orgasms…” He widened his eyes. “They were nothing compared to what they are with you.”
She chuckled lightly. “How is that even possible?”
“I think everything is muted in heaven. It’s almost as if the powers that be don’t want you to enjoy anything anymore, or they’ve made it so you think you are based on your memories of when you were alive. I don’t know how else to explain it. But I know that my emotions are so much stronger here and what I feel with you is absolutely incredible.”
She ran her fingers along his jawbone and down his neck. He’d told her before how he thought food and drinks had been diluted compared to what he’d had in heaven. Maybe the same idea applied to other things.
“When you touch me, I feel so alive. All I can think about is wanting you.” He squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple between his fingers.
“Well I don’t think the people in charge want the population to know things are different. They probably allow things based on memories, like you suggested. Smokers still smoke. Right?”
“Sure.”
“But they’re not harming themselves or anyone else.”
“Same for alcoholics.”
“And sex addicts?” She raised a brow.
“I wasn’t a sex addict, but I am with you.” He latched on to her nipple while he pinched her other.
