My Kinky Valentine: Volume 2 - In Spirit

by Liz Gavin

  I won’t go into the details of how these assignments are set up because I cannot tell anybody under penalty of annihilation. Yes, I am immortal. Still, as so often happens with anything else in the Universe, I can be obliterated by some creatures. They are big, and mean, and they get angry very easily. They also take great pleasure in their work, which is destroying others. My never challenging them has gotten me this far. I don’t intend to change my ways any time soon.

  Let’s just say that, when Kesabel chose me to watch over little baby Angela, he also created a bond between the two of us. I’ll leave the details of this bond, and its implications, out of this part of the story. Survival instinct and all, remember?

  I can give you an idea of how it works, though. Angela can sense me, which can be a little unsettling and disturbing, I must confess. Most humans are completely oblivious to beings from my realm - both the good ones and the bad ones. People often ignore their Guardian Angels’ attempts at interventions. Honestly, that makes my life much easier because all I need to do is create a certain situation and let people’s own tendencies and instincts do the rest of my work for me.

  Not my Angela, though. Ever since she was born, she could detect my presence. I was also connected to her. I knew when she was in trouble. I could feel her emotions. Granted, I spent all my time around her, so I pretty much knew what happened to Angela. What I’m trying to say is that besides knowing what was going on I also felt her reactions in my own body. The intensity of those sensations was something new to me. I had never felt that away with any other human being before her.

  As she grew older, our connection grew stronger. On my part, the fact that she turned into a stunning woman helped a lot. She doesn’t have a regular job. She spends all her time traveling and partying. If she wanted to work, she could have been an ‘übber’ model, which means, over and beyond your everyday super model. She is that beautiful. She has long, curly black hair, which she inherited from her mother’s Italian ancestors. Her dark blue eyes came straight from her father’s Irish family tree. They reflect her thoughts and emotions so effortlessly, although not everybody can read them as easily as I can. I have the advantages of our bond and the millennia of personal experience with human behavior but still I get a kick out of this particular ability of mine.

  Her strong personality, combined with her impulsive and reckless attitude, push most people away, mainly men. They feel threatened. She has never found one man who could challenge her or keep up with her, except me. But that can never be. I live in a realm she is able to penetrate only when she’s unconscious. With a lot of effort, I can manage to exist in the physical world for only short spells of time. Not nearly enough for me since forever with her could never be enough.

  Because Angela is one of those rare humans sensitive enough to reach out to beings from my realm I can contact her through her dreams, for instance. In her sleep, we have a lot of fun.

  Just a couple of nights ago, she was sleeping alone, which had been rare of late. I entered her room and approached her bed, unable to resist the pull. As usual, her presence clogged my brain and I took a minute to gather my wits. I was eager to fuck her senseless but I knew I couldn’t spook her.

  I lay down next to her and she got restless. She tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable spot on the bed without finding it. Although still deep in her slumber, she was agitated. The rhythm of her breathing changed. It became heavier, more excited. Her heartbeats picked up. I could hear them as I saw a vein pulsing in her slender neck. Her heart beat in rhythm with mine. I touched the vein and closed my eyes to better concentrate.

  In no time, I was inside her dreams. She turned her gorgeous eyes up from a book she was reading. We were in her bedroom in her family’s villa in Venice.

  “Good choice, my pet,” I smiled into her eyes. “I’ve always loved this place.”

  “Greg! It’s so good to see you,” she stood up and threw herself into my open arms. “I hoped you’d come. I miss you. You shouldn’t take so long to come visit.”

  I laughed at her pouting expression, “We met two days ago, Angie.”

  “That’s a lifetime for me,” she replied as her hands traveled south and slipped inside my leather pants.

  At that time, I preferred to think the pang I felt in my chest had to do with her cold fingers reaching for my shaft and grabbing it. I focused on that and ignored other possibilities.

  “Now, who’s a naughty girl?”

  “I am?” she feigned innocence and I had to laugh again.

  “You like been naughty, don’t you?”

  “That’s the only way to have fun, Greg,” she pulled my head down towards her luscious mouth.

  “You are damn right, pet,” I whispered as I seized her lips.

  We kissed. Our bodies ignited at once. I grabbed her by the hair and her hips as she threw her arms around my neck and pressed her soft curves against my hard body. I savored her mouth, exploring it with my tongue, biting her full lower lip. She gasped and touched me over my pants, squeezing me lightly and I saw stars.

  I lifted her by her waist and she wrapped her legs around my hips. I walked to the nearest wall and pressed her back against it. She laughed and threw her head back to look at me.

  “Really, is this all you’ve got, Greg? Fuck me against a wall?”

  “This is foreplay.”

  I pinned her upper body against the wall with my chest, lifted her arms up and held them with one hand.

  “Keep your eyes in mine and your legs around me. Don’t move.”

  “I couldn’t even if I wanted to, Greg.”

  I kissed her deeply again until she was out of breath. I withdrew and was glad to see her blue eyes were unfocused.

  “That’s my girl,” I said as my free hand lifted her overlarge sweatshirt up to her neck. “Hmm, I like that. No panties, no bra.”

  I cupped her sex pressing my cool palm to her throbbing entrance. I felt the quivers but I didn’t move. I waited. Her pupils dilated and she swallowed hard in anticipation. I pressed harder and she wetted her lips then bit the lower one. My eyes bore into hers as I tapped her with the tip of my index finger. She trembled and hissed but kept staring into my gaze. My digit was drenched enough so that I slid inside her with ease and went as deep as I could. She gasped and closed her eyes.

  “Look at me, Angie, or I’ll stop.”

  “No, please, don’t stop. I’ll be a good girl.”

  I stopped moving my finger inside her and leaned towards her until my lips were an inch from hers, “That’s the thing, Angie. I don’t want you to be a good girl.”

  I closed my mouth over hers as I rotated my finger inside her channel. I crooked it until I found her most sensitive spot and pressed hard on it. She whimpered inside my mouth and I felt her whole body tremble and her sex quiver. I bit her lips and drew a little blood. She didn’t notice it as her legs crossed behind my back like a vise.

  I added a second finger and let go of her mouth to find one of her tempting nipples. I sucked hard at it in rhythm with my two fingers inside her sex. Angela wailed and threw her head back.

  “Oh, god, you’re killing me, Greg.”

  I felt her body was at the brink of orgasm. I didn’t want things to end so quickly. I grazed her turgid nipple as I withdrew my fingers from her. She squeezed her legs tighter around me and begged, “Please, Greg, don’t stop.”

  “I told you this was foreplay, Angie. Now, stand up.”

  She stood up in front of me and I couldn’t hide a smile. She looked just like the spoiled brat that she was. That look brats will give you when you deny them their favorite dessert before dinner.

  “Take off your sweatshirt. Toss it on the floor.”

  She did as I told her and I took a moment to admire her splendid body. My own body reacted to hers in a delicious way. I took a deep breath and reached my hand out to hold hers.

  “Come, Angie. Kneel down and take my pants off.”

  When she knelt in front of m
e and grabbed my zipper with trembling fingers I added, “No hands.”

  She looked up in surprise but her expression changed to one of kinky delight in seconds, “Yes, sir. If this is how you want to play tonight, I’m all for it, Greg.”

  “Master, you mean?”

  “Yeah, whatever, “ she laughed before taking the zipper between her teeth and pulling it down.

  I pulled her hair playfully and laughed too. This Master stuff had never worked with Angela. It ended up as our own private joke. I was forceful and told her what to do during sex, like none of her human lovers dared do, but she wasn’t a submissive at all.

  I didn’t care much about it at that moment because she was using her nose to open my fly and her teeth to pull the pants down my legs. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. I never wore underwear, so she licked her lips at the sight of my very excited body.

  “You know what to do, Angie. Still no hands, though.”

  She opened up her lips and let the tip of my hard member inside her mouth. Her eyes didn’t leave mine. She flattened her tongue and used it to caress me as I slid inside her mouth. She licked me with abandon. I held her head in place and moved in and out of her mouth for a while. I took my time doing that. She moaned and blew around my hard flesh. I went as far down her throat as she could manage to go without gagging. That meant she swallowed less than half of my shaft.

  “I know I’m long, Angie. Relax your throat for me, baby.”

  She breathed through her nose and took another couple of inches down her throat. The friction left me breathless and I closed my eyes. She swirled her tongue around me and I moved in and out of her mouth until I felt my balls tighten. I withdrew before I exploded inside her hot mouth.

  She frowned at me and I winked back, “Not yet, gorgeous.”

  I pulled her up to her feet and, holding hands, we strode to her walk-in closet. It was larger than some studio apartments. I wanted to take advantage of the wall of mirrors there. I placed her several feet away from the mirrors, facing them, before I went to stand behind her.

  “Don’t move. I want to try something new. Keep your eyes on your reflection and describe to me what you see.”

  She smiled and nodded her agreement. I lifted my hands and cupped both her large breasts in them. They fit perfectly inside my big hands. When she didn’t say anything I stopped moving. She looked at me and I raised an eyebrow at her in reply.

  “Oh, I got it. Your hands are on my breasts. You fondle them. You are so gentle. That’s not your style. Your hands are so warm. Now, you’re squeezing them together and pushing them up. Ouch!”

  “I didn’t ask for your reactions or options. I want you to describe what you see,” whispered in her ear as I tongued it.

  She hissed and closed her eyes. I pinched her nipples again.

  “Look at yourself,” I demanded.

  When she opened her eyes again and stared at my reflection in the mirror, I saw the flames of her desire laced with a touch of rage. Good. She was pissed at me.

  “Now, I want you to describe what you see and how you feel.”

  She swallowed hard and ran her tongue over her parched lips.

  “You never stopped touching my breasts. I feel my nipples are tight. They hurt a little but it’s not bad. Every time your palm presses one of them, I feel it rippling through my whole body.”

  She took a deep breath when I rolled both her nipples between my fingers. I saw her swallow hard again. Her throat must have been tight.

  “My sex aches. It feels empty. I can feel the wetness from your shaft against the small of my back. I know you want to fuck me, Greg. Please, just do it. Put us both out of our misery.”

  I let go of her and took a couple of steps back.

  “I told you I was experimenting with something new. Now, fucking your brains out wouldn’t be anything new for us, would it?”

  Her face turned red. She was getting angrier than I wanted her to be. I was all for adding a little spice to our sex but I had to keep it under control.

  “What the hell do you want from me, Greg?”

  “We’re almost there. Just thrust me, and I’ll show you what I wanted all along.”

  Her defiant gaze warred with mine through the mirror for another couple of seconds. She sighed and I knew I had won that battle but her patience was wearing thin. Fast.

  “Keep looking at me and describing what’s going on with you.”

  “Your hands are back on my breasts, squeezing them tight. My body is tense but the sensations are good. They’re building up to my orgasm. I can feel my inner walls tremble when you do that,” her last words were little more than a moan and she leaned her head back over my shoulder. But she didn’t close her eyes this time.

  In fact, the fire I saw in them burnt through me just as much as I knew it burnt her. Her flesh was on fire. Her breathing was elaborate, her voice sounded strangled and her skin was hot to my touch. Goosebumps covered her body and I could smell the sweet perfume of her arousal.

  “When you stretch my nipples like you’re doing now I want to scream because my clitoris stands up, demanding attention but there’s nothing to fill me and help me come. I can’t breathe, Greg. Please, stop torturing me.”

  “What’s stopping you from coming, love?” I knew she had a thing for British accents, so I spoke into her ear in my best one.

  “God, Greg! I can’t come just from you fondling my tits.”

  I doubled the pace of my hands caressing her breasts, poked her behind with my hard shaft and sucked a sensitive spot on her neck. The combination of it all was too much for her self-control. I knew it was slipping through her fingers. She didn’t want to admit I could make her come undone without touching her sex. She would have to swallow her pride eventually.

  “Tell me how you feel, Angie,” my voice was throaty and I moaned inside her ear.

  “I’m drenched, Greg. I’m quivering. I can’t take it any longer. I can’t – “ her voice died out as she trembled from head to toe. She closed her eyes and I let her do it this time.

  Angie tried to keep talking but she wasn’t able to articulate any words. She shouted and wailed when her explosive orgasms hit her. I closed my arms around her chest and supported her body with mine. She pressed her back against my front as I kissed her neck, bit her shoulder and caressed her hips and midriff. I splayed my hand over her lower abdomen where I could feel her flesh trembling underneath her skin. Sweat broke all over her skin and mine. I had no self-control left. I needed to fuck her to get my own release.

  I wasn’t sure her legs could hold her upright but I didn’t have time to check. I grabbed and pulled a low set of drawers to the middle of the closet. It was the right height for us.

  “Grab the edge, Angie,” I told her as I bent her down over it. I held her neck with one hand and her hip with the other. “Spread your legs and keep looking at me in the mirror.”

  Our eyes locked as I penetrated her still quivering sex from behind. The tip of my thick shaft hit her sweet spot, over and over again, as I moved in and out of her. My crotch hit her perfect butt pushing her forward. She bucked back as the most private part of her body opened up to receive me.

  My skin was drenched in sweat. My breathing came out in gasps that matched her moans and cries. Her channel gripped me. Her inner walls clamped around my slick shaft just as my balls tighten again. We were very close and I moved faster.

  We climaxed together. Our cries mixed. I pulled her back up against me, kissed her and muffled her swear words. The odd angle made no difference to us as Angie’s hands pulled at my hair, her nails scratched my scalp. My fingers tweaked her clitoris. She wailed and I exploded deep inside her.

  Her legs gave out and she collapsed hard against my weakened body. I sat down on the floor, pulling her to sit on my lap. I framed her face and kissed her deeply and long. When I let go of her tempting mouth, I stared into her eyes for a moment. I didn’t understand why my throat was so dry or why it was so hard for
me to make the words come out of my mouth. I sighed and pecked her on the nose.

  “That was fun enough for tonight, Angie. I have to go.”

  “Please, don’t go. I get so lonely when you’re not around,” she exclaimed as she grabbed my shoulders.

  “I’m always with you. You know that.”

  “You always say that but when I wake up I don’t remember any of this. I don’t know you’re around me.”

  Once more I felt that annoying pang in my chest. I didn’t have time to look into it, though. Angela was going to wake up soon and I needed to let her go.

  “That’s how it works, Angie. There’s nothing we can do about it.”

  I got up, with Angie still in my arms, took her to bed and arranged her exhausted body in the middle of it, then, covered her with her silken sheet and wool blanket. I put my clothes back on, turned around and left the room.

  I was too distraught to notice her sweatshirt was still lying on the floor and her body was naked under the covers. It took me hours to realize what had happened. When I did realize it, it didn’t make any sense. I was in her dream. Her clothes should have remained intact.

  A few days have gone by since that night. I haven’t been able to find an explanation for what happened. I even contacted other Watchers. Nothing like that has ever happened to any of them.

  At this precise moment, I’m standing in the largest suite of the Monteleone Hotel, enjoying a panoramic view of the Mississippi River like only the French Quarter can provide. Although this hotel is no longer the ultimate luxury in the New Orleans, it is my favorite place in the city and Angela has picked that up from me.

  Last night, she went clubbing with a couple of friends. She met with them away from her huge mansion in the Garden District because it is constantly under the scrutiny of the paparazzi. They never leave my girl alone. She disguised herself and left late at night. She wanted to indulge in some privacy away from the media. Her friends understand that wish because they are celebrities, too. So, they chose the most exclusive place they could find.

  At the club, Angela ran into a guy who attracts more paparazzi than herself. Not caring much about that, which is true to her nature, she ended up hooking up with him. At the end of the night, when he asked her where she was staying, she didn’t want to take him to her house. The Monteleone was the first place that popped up in her drunken head.