Thierry's Angel

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"Hey there, sweetness," Remy called as Angelique entered the kitchen, Thierry's arm firmly around her waist. Thierry scowled at his cousin, but refrained from saying anything. It would only encourage him. Far from being tongued tied today, Angelique and Remy bantered back and forth good-naturedly. Thierry might have been jealous but for the fact her small, soft hand periodically caressed the arm wrapped around her whenever she felt him tense. He wondered if she even realized how in tune her body had become to his after one short weekend. His eyes crossed as he thought of the way she would be in bed. How long did it take for birth control to start working? He wasn't going to make it. Still, the prospect of her now svelte belly rounded with his child was not unwelcome. In fact, it was only making him harder. He just didn't want to trap her that way. He wanted her to tie her life to his because she wanted to, not because she had to. When he had just about had enough of Remy flirting shamelessly with his woman, he gentle nudged Angelique towards the den where they reclined on large overstuffed pillows on the floor. Unable to keep his hands to himself, Thierry played with the curls falling across her chest, pulling softly before releasing it to watch the lock of hair curl back just as tight. He seemed so mesmerized by the process, Angelique relaxed and let him play. His other hand stroked over her body sending tiny little shivers all over. She had known this man for three days, and was already completely comfortable with his touch. "Let me ask you something," Thierry finally said. Angelique turned her head and found herself drowning in his turquoise gaze. A man this fine should surely be illegal. If he asked her anything at all at this moment she knew the answer would be yes. "I asked you before if you loved your fiancé," he purred, his hand moving to cup her breast over her shirt while the other hand buried itself in her hair. "Now that I know the answer, I need to know when you are planning on calling off the engagement." "And I would do that why?" Her voice was barely over a whisper. His touch was making it difficult to think. "Because you are mine." She barely had time to register the comment before his lips descended on hers. The hand in her hair tilted her head back, forcing her mouth open for his exploration. His tongue stroked, plunged, retreated, then stroked again. The hand that had caressed her breast soft and tenderly became more aggressive, squeezing and pinching until she moaned deep into his mouth, shifting with no effort at all until she lay directly beneath him. Her legs opened automatically, welcoming his hard body on her soft curves. He didn't hesitate to grind his very hard, very large bulge into her very center, eliciting soft gasps. His lips began to travel—to her cheek, then to the very tender spot just beneath her ear, causing her to arch her body into his. She was unaware of his hand pushing her skirt up to her waist, before disappearing beneath the waistband of her panties until she felt his long, thick finger stroking her where she needed him most. She came apart at the first stroke. She forgot all about her unwanted fiancé, or the fact they were not alone in the house, even the storm she knew was coming with her mother. Nothing else mattered but Thierry and the wonderful things he made her feel. "That's it Angel, baby," Thierry moaned in her ear. "You're so beautiful. I love the way you come for me." Thierry leaned back and made quick work of disrobing her completely. Was there anything more stunning than her milk chocolate skin flushed and panting for him? Never had he met a woman so wonderfully responsive to his touch. It was as if she were created just for him. He had never wanted someone as much as he wanted his Angel right now. He had to taste her now before she fully recovered from the last orgasm; he wanted her on that pinnacle again and again. Determined, he threw off his shirt before he buried his face between her thighs. His mouth literally watered as he inhaled her soft scent. Cupping her buttocks in his hand he brought her up to his mouth, swiping her scrumptious little pussy before burying his tongue inside her. Nothing in the world could taste so good! He licked, sucked, and nibbled like it was his last meal, moving from her clit back to her now free flowing pussy until she screamed, grabbing him by the hair, her body shaking. He had wanted to wait. Lord knew he had only intended to make her come a couple of more times before stopping. His hands seemed to have released his aching cock of their own accord. Even before he gave her one last lingering swipe of his tongue he was free, moving slowly up her body. The feel of his weeping member against the smoothness of her skin sent chills down his spine. Saints preserve him, he couldn't stop! "Tell me to stop, Angel, baby," he whispered even as he aligned his organ right at the mouth of her incredibly wet sex. Stop? Was he crazy? She had imagined losing her virginity plenty of times, but never in a million years could she imagine this! Never had anyone made her feel so desirable, so sexy, so damn ready! "Please," was the only word she could manage even as she reached up to pull him towards her. He didn't pause to ask again. With one powerful thrust he plowed through the thin membrane separating him from paradise. It took every ounce of self-control he had, but he managed not to move, waiting until she adjusted to his size. She hadn't yelled, but she was squirming as if to find a more comfortable position. She was unbearably tight, and her inner muscles spasmed, holding him like a hot velvet vise. "Please, baby, you have to stay still," he pleaded even as he began to move. She was driving him crazy. If she didn't stop moving he would take her with far more force than he should. She was just too damn tight! The way she moved under him, it was too much. "I am so sorry, Angel, baby, I have to move." "Oh!" The little declaration was music to his ears. He knew he was a bit larger than average. He had worried he'd hurt her, but looking down he saw the delightful wonder in her gaze, he felt her legs move to wrap around his waist. Moving with excruciating slowness, he marveled at every expression that crossed her face. Her juices flowed freely while her pussy tightly clasped his cock in a strangle hold, and Lord, did it feel good! Her every gasp and moan made him feel as though he were the most powerful man in the world. He watched her face carefully as he parried and thrust, noting what made her cry aloud, what made her catch her breath. It wasn't long before she was once again climbing the peak to completion. Angelique had never felt so full. He stretched her to the point of pain, yet the small hurt couldn't begin to compare to the intense pleasure she never knew she was missing. Every single stroke not only caressed her clit in a glorious way, but was also hitting the much vaunted G-spot that until now, she had thought was a myth. Within minutes she was shuddering with yet another orgasm, this one blowing all the others he'd given her over the last three days out of the water. Stars exploded behind her eyelids; surely rockets were going off somewhere very near. "Shit!" Thierry had thought she had clenched him snugly before, but as soon as he pushed her over one more time her pussy clutched him so hard he had to fight not to come himself. He watched in awe as her legs clamped on to him and her back arched completely off the pillow. Oh God, she was everything he had dreamed and so very much more. His testicles drew up insufferably tight, but he refused to let go of all these wondrous feelings. With a growl of pure satisfaction, he let go the tenuous hold he had on his control. Holding onto her upraised hips his movements became far more forceful, ruthlessly burrowing so deep she feared he might reach her very soul. She couldn't stop the frantic cries that fell from her lips. "Please, oh God, Thierry, please!" "Please what, baby?" Thierry demanded, his voice rough with insatiable need to brand this woman, to make her his, irrevocably. "Tell me what you need." "Oh God, please don't stop." He couldn't even if he wanted to. It wasn't until she reached climax a third time that he let go. With a groan that felt more like a whimper, Thierry shifted, carefully pulling his treasure on top of him without withdrawing from her cozy womb. He couldn't bear to separate himself from her, not yet. "Is it always like that?" Angelique whispered into the sudden silence in the room so recently filled with cries of passion. "Angel, baby, it's never like that," he replied rubbing his hand up and down her spine. "Then I was, I mean, it was okay for you?" He gently lifted her upper body, careful to keep himself firmly seated. Cupping her head tenderly he spoke firmly, keeping his eyes locked on hers. "You were my wildest dream come to life. I swear to you, sugar, I will never want another woman. For me there could never be another woman." Angelique was trapped by the truth she saw in his eyes. He really meant what he was saying. "What about your family?" Or mine? She left that part unsaid. His family was daunting enough without adding her dysfunctional clan mixed into the loop. "My family does not run my life," he stated flatly. "I won't give you up, sugar, not for my family, not for anyone."***** Angelique spent the next day contemplating her life at length, going over in her head all the things that had happened to her in the last few days. For the first time in her life, her self-reflections did not lead her into a great depression or cast a shadow of doubt on her future. She had no idea where this thing with Thierry was heading, but it wasn't about that. She needed to take some steps in her life to make herself happy, with or without Thierry. She had to start making her own decisions, living her own life. She wanted to be happy just being herself. The first thing she had to do was break it off with Paul. Angelique strode into the front doors of her father's office complex with pep in her stride and a smile on her face. Phase one of her new life meant giving Paul his ring back along with a piece of her mind. While it may have been true that she probably would have married him if she hadn't met Thierry, this was not about her exciting new love life. This was about taking the reins of her destiny out of the hands of others. While Thierry might have awakened her to the possibilities, she was the one who would have to make all the moves. Not that he hadn't offered to deliver this message for her; after making love in the den, Thierry had made them a bubble bath in the massive Jacuzzi tub where they had made love again. After he had dried them both off and lay intertwined with her on the bed had he brought up her odious fiancée. "Sugar, if you don't want to face him, I would be happy to return his ring for you." She had seriously thought about saying yes for a moment before shaking her head. "No, it's something I need to do," she had stated firmly. This was her life they were talking about, after all. Besides, she didn't want to run from one controlling situation to the next. If she were going to exert some of her newfound independence, it was best to let Thierry know that right up front. "Then I will deal with my mother," she went on. "And then?" Thierry had asked softly. "Then we'll see." "Sugar, you've only known me for a short time, and despite what you might think, I am here for the long haul." She hadn't known what to say to that. As much as she would have liked to stay wrapped up in his arms, she had to first stand on her own two feet. Luckily, he seemed to understand that. "But I know you might not be ready for anything too heavy right now," he continued. "So I'm willing to wait, just as long as I can be a part of your life until you are ready to link our lives together." If we haven't already, he mentally added. He had fallen so deeply for this woman, he knew there was no way in hell he would ever give her up without a fight. She was every bit as perfect as he had always known she would be. Angelique was grinning openly by the time she reached the main elevators. She trusted Thierry in a way she had never trusted Paul. Some might call her a fool, but Thierry was never careless or reckless. She looked forward to exploring this new relationship and all it had to offer. They had made love one more time before falling to sleep in each others arms. She was delightfully sore today, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. Smiling and greeting every one of her father's executives, she made her way through the large top floor suite until she reached the top executives receptionist. "Miss Dubois!" the woman exclaimed. "Uh, let me call Mr. Guidry and let him know you're here." Angelique had to smile at the woman's nervousness. So, the whole office knew of Paul's indiscretions. Perfect. "Don't!" she said firmly. The older woman looked taken aback at first, then a slow grin widened her face. "As you wish," she said with glee, lowering her head to answer incoming calls. Once again, Paul's secretary wasn't at her desk. Oh, this is going to be perfect! Angelique thought joyfully as she swept into Paul's office. Just as she had hoped, Paul had Tasha spread wide on his desk while he plowed away. She was so loud he hadn't even heard her entrance. She stood there and watched for a second. It seemed so tawdry to her now. Whereas before, she saw something she had never managed to inspire in anyone, now she saw the sordidness of it all. There was no love in this act. Listening to Tasha, she detected the woman was faking her overblown moans and cries. She wasn't sure how she knew, but she did. The only person getting off in this room was Paul. With a wicked smile, Angelique slammed the open door closed, causing Paul to jump back. "Angelique!" he gasped, trying to pull up his pants and cover his very unimpressive genitals at the same time. "Honey, it's not what you think!" She had to laugh at that one. "Really? Well, I think you're screwing your secretary. If it isn't that, what is it exactly?"
She waited while he sputtered some unintelligible words, gesturing wildly in Tasha's direction. Tasha, being the smart girl Angelique had expected her to be, quietly dressed herself and slipped out of the office. "Tasha, please wait for me by your desk," Angelique told her before she could make her escape. The younger woman nodded and slipped out, closing the door quietly behind her. "I swear this was the one and only time," Paul declared as soon as Tasha was gone. "And she – she seduced me!" It looked like he was about to gather steam as his piss poor excuse fermented in his head, so she decided to cut him off. "The first time since last Thursday, you mean." She put up her hand when it looked like he was going to dig himself deeper. "Look, forget it; it's not important." The look of shocked relief on his face was downright comical. "It isn't?" There was so much hope in his voice, Angelique almost hated to burst his bubble – almost. "No it isn't," she repeated. She was quite proud that she hadn't laughed in is face. But just as he smiled and began to make his way toward her with arms outstretched, his unfastened pants fell, tangling around his feet and causing him to fall flat on his face right in front of her. Angelique lost it. She might have been able to calm her loud guffaws had he not tripped and fallen again while trying to get to his feet. Bending down right by his face she decided to put the man out of his misery. "I only came by to give you back your ring and tell you the engagement is off." When he opened his mouth to reply she placed a single finger against his lips. "This had nothing to do with Tasha, so please save your breath. Goodbye, Paul." Standing once more she placed the ring on his desk, then turned and left, closing the door calmly behind her. Tasha waited at her desk, just as Angelique had asked her to. She was smart enough to start packing her belongings, but she hadn't run. "Tell me what happened," Angelique told her quietly. There was really no point getting mad at Tasha. From what she had observed, Angelique was willing to bet the younger woman hadn't been all that eager to spread her legs for Paul. What she had mistaken for raw lust last week she now knew was all one-way. "He told me he would fire me if I wasn't 'nice to him.'" Angelique nodded. She suspected as much. Quickly jotting down her cell number she passed it to Tasha. "Take a week off, then call me," she told her. "This time, I will be sure you have a safe job where no one will threaten you." Walking out with her head held high, Angelique made a mental check on her list of things to do. Step one down, one step to go, she said to herself, smiling at the curious stares she received as she calmly strode back towards the main elevators, then lunch with the girls. Angelique almost lost her nerve as she pulled into the long winding drive of the beautiful whitewashed two-story mansion on St. Charles Avenue. Washing her hands of Paul was one thing, but dealing with her mother was something else altogether. This marriage was very important to Charline Dubois for some reason. The woman had immersed herself in wedding preparations, going over every minute detail with a fine-tooth comb. The engagement ball had been scheduled for August, a mere three months away. The arrangements had all been made and down payments had been given. All that was left was for the invitation designs to be selected, printed, and sent. Thank God the actual wedding had been scheduled for next May. Charline had not had time to finalize too many of those details yet. Standing outside the door of her mother's private office Angelique took a deep breath. Walk in, make your statement, then leave, she chanted in her head trying to mentally prepare for inevitable blow up. Don't give her a chance to rattle you. Running her nervous hands down the sides of her outfit, she took a few second to check herself. She had chosen wear a golden-bronze colored silk shell to compliment dark brown lightweight tailored skirt that stopped right above the knee. High heeled sandals and little teardrop earrings completed the ensemble. She smiled to herself as she checked to make sure none of her riotous curls had escaped the elaborate twist on top of her head. Little ringlets framed the side of her face. Her hair was going to drive Charline crazy. The woman had forced her to straighten it since Angelique was a teenager. For some reason Charline went into a tizzy at the sight of her natural curls. Well, she'd be damned if she'd do it again. Straightening her spine, Angelique swept into room as if she owned it. She had to establish her independence from the outset or Charline would take the upper hand. Not today, she reaffirmed in her mind, never again will I let anyone take over my life. Charline had been studying samples of invitations spread out on the dainty antique desk. She looked up, ready to roast whoever dared to enter her domain without permission. Her jaw dropped at the sight of her daughter walking with a confidence Charline had never witnessed in her before. Her outfit was impeccable, her back straight, her eyes determined, and her hair... Charline narrowed her eyes ready to lash out only to be cut off before she could start. "Good morning, Mother," Angelique said, sweeping into the room to stand right in front of the older woman as if daring her to say a word. "Going over the engagement ball invitations? Well, it's a good thing I caught you in time." Who was this woman pretending to be her daughter? Angelique leaned down, examining the samples with casual interest before returning her gaze to her mother. Charline gasped. Angelique rarely looked at her so directly. What the hell was going on here? "There is really no need," Angelique went on as if they were discussing the weather. "After careful consideration, Paul and I decided to call off the engagement." "What?" Charline sputtered trying to wrap her mind around what she was hearing. Call off the engagement? And Paul agreed? That was impossible! "We are no longer engaged," Angelique responded evenly. "A marriage between us would have been a terrible mistake. I will, of course, cancel all the arrangements you've made. I am sorry for all the time you wasted trying to make the party perfect for your only daughter, but I know you will agree it was best we found out how incompatible we are now rather than later." She threw the last statement at her mother like a challenge. What kind of mother would want to see her only child in a travesty of a marriage? Not giving Charline time to recover, she rounded the desk and gave her mother a peck on the cheek. "I'll call you later and we'll talk," Angelique assured her before turning and sweeping out of the room. Angelique couldn't hold back a wide grin as she strode out of the house. She did it! Okay, she hadn't exactly given Charline a chance to reply, but it was best for now. Let her stew awhile. There was going to be hell to pay later, but she'd deal with it. One step at a time, she told herself driving away.