Indebted Love

♡ cinq ♡

He leans in, nose brushing, lips inching apart yet he stills, waiting for my permission. I raise my chin and connect my lips with his, drawing his lower lip with my lip and peck them. Angel takes control and parts my lips either his tongue, edging deeper into my mouth licks me, dancing with me all while leaning deeper until I feel him on me.

He let's me breath momentarily, pecking my cheeks while holding my face with his impossibly large hands, his thumb under my chin raising my face and kissing me all around my face

He knows of Katie's kisses from earlier. Is he trying to erase those?

"I know it's our wedding night, Jalah," he whispers, his cool coldish breath sending a shiver down my spine and the space between my legs moisten.

Angel settles conformably on top of me, his leg between mine, his arm besides me and his face right on top of me. My lamp gives me a perfect exposure of his sculptured face... and his body. I realised his shirtless- only wearing a loose grey shorts.

I raise my right arm to touch his arm and shoulder blades, my fingers barely touching because I'm afraid this is all a dream. Angel watched me under his curious eyelashes with pursed lips as I make a stern touch, squeezing his biceps, running my hand up and down his arm.

My left hand cups his face. My thumb caresses his lips. His beard is spikey on my palm. His face is bigger then my hand.

He's real.

Angel leans in again, capturing my lips again and I close my eyes in pure pleasure. I feel as if I'm exploding like a fire work. My body is on fire! A flood between my legs, my stomach tighten, it's my wedding night.

A sigh escapes my lips as I relax deeper into the soft bed and silky sheets. My arms barely hang to Angel's locks her travel his kisses from my jawline to my collarbone bones. He puts his hands on my waist, holding himself up by putting weight on his elbows as his tongue swiftly licks my harden nipples through my night gown.

If it was any possible my nipples harden even more, poking straight through my gown, angel licking and sucking without stopping. I feel a little teeth action too, only gently so he's not hurting but with enough pressure that his making me stars.

It's all really foreign to me. Even with my eyes closed, I feel as though I'm imagining everything. When I bite my lips as Angel switched breast and maintains his pleasure method on the other aching breasts, I have this out of body momentum where my thoughts are coming my to life or am I going bat shit crazy?

I mean, in my fantasies I control the next movements or what happens during foreplay. If this is real, I wouldn't know what do this next. I could have my breasts touched for years to no end. This gentle hand massages and expert tongue cracking and flicking my nipples. With, Angel's thick fingers pinching them as he plants love bites all over my stomach.

In instinct, I spread my legs apart, Angel settling between them as he nears the waist bands of my plain polyesters panties. I should've wore a g string or something to be more sexy...

"Jalah?" Angel calls out, lifting his head up so his deep blue eyes poured through me. I lift mine staring back for a good two seconds.

"Yeah," I barely whispers, my cheeks burning and my chest rising and falling so fast.

"I want to eat you out." Angel stated, a small smirk playing on his lips as he rises to kneel on the bed and his hot fingers on my panties. "Do I have your permission?" He went on, deeper his fingers indie my panties- only an inch in my pelvis- his hands itching to move.

"Yes," I let out breathlessly, sinking my head back as Angel pulls my panties off and raises to his face, inspecting it.

I gulp nervously, breathing a little harder as I watch bring the fabric to his nose and inhales it. I can barely see a wet patch on my crotch, dripping almost as Angel touches it with his thumb and fore finger.