Angel

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by Princesseduparc

by Princesseduparc

HI LOOOOOOOOVES! SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, I'VE BEEN BACK TO SCHOOL, IT'S A STRUGGLE.

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The car ride to his apartment was completely silent. I got time to think, which did me more wrong than good. I terribly miss my friends from back home. I barely have any here, except for Davi. I miss Montreal. Do I even like it here? My thoughts were interrupted by the large hand placed on my thigh. I looked at him, his face only lit by the occasional street light, a soft smile on his face. I copied him, gripping the hand and stroking it . It seemed to relax him. I can't believe I'm having an affair with a married man. Is that what I want? We both know it won't go anywhere. The car pulled up to his garage, and we both got out. We joined in front of the car, his hand immediately searching for mine. They intertwined, and he brought the pair to his lips, quickly kissing the back of mine. Only our steps on the concrete could be heard. Once in the elevator, I was turned around and my face was gripped, his lips familiarly but still surprisingly on mine. I could imagine his large back arching to reach me, a thought that only forced me to try to pull him closer by tugging on his shirt. A quick and silent ''Jump'' was expired from his lips, milliseconds before being on mine again. I raised my hands to the back of his neck, holding on to raise myself. I jumped, and one of his hands moved under my bum, his second one hugging my back tightly. I still found his strength extremely hot. The elevator opened in front of his door, a small laugh escaped my lips, quickly imitated by his. I placed quick, sloppy kisses to his neck while he was fumbling with his keys. I felt I had a strong effect on that, which gave me a very satisfying feeling.

''Fuck, Charlie'' he moaned, encouraging me to softly bite that portion of skin. The door finally was opened, but the lights stayed closed. I didn't care a bit about his wife, or anything in this world. I wanted him, he wanted me, that's all. My back was stuck to the wall, his hands moving to the buttons on my shirt. He fumbled, once again, to open the first one, but renounced once he got to the second. He ripped it open, buttons falling on the floor. Fuck, could he get any hotter? His lips attacked my torso, slow moans were whispered from my mouth. I could feel his crotch getting harder, which made me roll on it. ''Holy shit'' he whispered back. I got to the bottom edge of his shirt, quickly pulling it over his head and throwing it away. The half-a-second long distance between us was pure torture. As if he agreed with my thought, his hands wrapped around my body once again, our skins touching, our lips colliding. It was desperate, it was heated, it was beautiful, it was dangerous. We didn't give a shit. He carried us to his large bedroom, and I was separated from his warmth once again. He climbed on top of me, placing more kisses on my lips. My hands went down his torso, feeling the strong muscles under my fingertips. I was met with his belt, which I quickly opened. (impressing myself)

''I'm better than you at opening stuff'' I said, squeezing his strong butt with one hand. I owned a laugh, and a sloppy kiss on the shoulder. He got off me, making me pout childishly at him. He got his pants off, giving me a mouth watering show. He came back on top of me, kissing me desperately. My fingers played with the band of his boxers, teasing him as much as possible. His kissed moved from my lips down to my neck, then between my boobs, down my stomach, right over my jean's edge. Again, it was pure torture, but the best kind of torture. My hand undid his tied hair and hid itself in it. His hands opened the button on my pants and took them off in a swift motion. He climbed back over me, closer than ever. My lips went to his neck, trying to procure as much pleasure as possible. His hips started to grind on me, my legs wrapping around his body. I was rolled over him, giving him a chance to untie my bra. It was thrown away from us, and he shifted to a seated position. His head was directly in front of my chest, giving him access to it fully. His lips attacked my breasts, covering them with kisses. My fingers wrapped once again in his soft hair. I let out quiet moans, his gesture almost throwing me over board. I pushed him back on the bed and kissed down his toned abs, my hands trying to memorize them as much as possible. I got to the edge of his boxers, my fingers sliding under the band. His hand gripped mine, a worried look on his face. I gave a reassuring nod back, placing a last kiss on his v-line. I finally slid his boxers down, revealing his large (larger than I expected, actually) shaft. My hand started pumping up and down, his hand coming back to intertwine with mine. I placed a kiss on the tip of his penis, just after sliding my tongue on its length. I could feel he couldn't take the teasing anymore, so I wrapped my lips around him, trying to take as much as possible in. He pulled me back up to meet him, and my lips got directly to his neck.

''I'm gonna cum if you keep going'' I bit a bit of his neck, teasing him as much as possible. My core was grinding on his. ''Fuck, Charlie'' he whispered for the second time today. He rolled us over once more, now sliding down my body just like I did before. He slid my panties off, placing a kiss on my thigh, teasing me slowly. He surprised me by roughly sucking on my core, rolling his tongue over my clit. I let out a gasp, arching my back to get closer to him. He kept going, his finger sliding in and out of me. He eventually came back up to meet my face, my legs wrapping around his torso. He slid into me, relieving the craving we were both tortured by. I let out a loud moan, stopping myself by biting on his shoulder. he placed unruly, sloppy kisses on my neck, sliding in and out, feeling extremely good. If this moment, right here, could last forever, we would be the happiest people on earth. It was so heated, and we understood each other so well, that words were not needed to express our pleasure. We both got near the peak. I could feel my vision go blurry, my nails digging in his large back. The beautiful man over me had his skin glittery from sweat. He looked like an angel, and I made sure to save this view in my brain forever. His head dipped in my neck, my back arched to stick to his torso, and I let myself go in these strong arms I so dearly admire. I could feel him cum inside me, letting a loud groan. What a beautiful sound, I couldn't even believe it. His body fell on mine, my body relieving its tenseness. He rolled over, propped himself on his elbow, and dipped a kiss on my cheek. I lazily smiled at him, moving a hair prom his beautiful face. If I could paint only one thing over and over for the rest of my life, it would be this view right here. I let out a loud yawn, earning a laugh from him.

''Lets go to sleep, baby'' he whispered, our proximity not requiring any voice tone higher.

''Would you do something for me before?''

''Anything''

''Can I have one of your shirts to sleep in'' I could feel my cheeks get red at my demand. I loved his smell, I couldn't help it. He laughed again, placing a kiss on the tip of my nose. He got up from the warm bed, and walked (beautifully, I must say) to his closet. He came back with a PSG shirt, showing me his last name on the back of it, a grin on his face.

''So modest'' He threw it at me, and I quickly slid it on, turning to lay on my stomach. This bed is so damn comfy.

''I can sign it too, if you want'' He jokingly said, going to grab a fresh pair of boxers from his closet.

''Please do, I could sell it for thousands after'' He soon came back with a sharpie, smiling at me. ''Would you mind handing me my panties please'' He laughed at my demand, bending to get them for me. He threw them at me and I quickly put them on. He climbed on the bed and opened his sharpie, approaching me with a weird smile.

''Oh you weren't joking'' I laughed at his face as he proceeded to sign his name on my back. He laid back next to me, and we talked for a couple more minutes. I soon drifted to sleep in his arms. I felt happy.