Chapter 22
Angela tilted her head back, eager for Tiro’s kiss. Her body had been throbbing after their kiss in the stables and had only slightly calmed down. But now, being alone with him like this, her body fired up again immediately.
She backed up a step, startled by the intensity of her feelings as well as the heat in his eyes.
Tiro stopped, looking down at her. “Angela, if you don’t want this, just say––”
Angela was so stunned by his offer, and worried that he might stop, she lurched toward him. The movement was clumsy, but her need for him was too urgent to ignore. “Don’t stop!” she gasped.
Thankfully, he caught her before she fell and made a fool of herself. He steadied her and then he kissed her. His hands dove into her hair, pulling the band out that held her hair back. She nearly moaned just from the feeling of his fingers in her hair. She had never considered that to be an erogenous zone before, but when Tiro touched her hair, she felt like purring. It felt so good that she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. But then he nipped at her lower lip, causing her to gasp and open her eyes again. She stared into his eyes, then pulled his head down, kissing him back with all of the pent up feelings she hadn’t really understood over the past two weeks.
“Wait!” she gasped, pushing at his shoulders as a fond memory hit her.
“What’s wrong?” he rasped out, his hands heavy on her waist.
She glanced around, searching for her bag. “I…uh…have something in my bag that my aunts and mother urged me to use in situations like this.”
He tilted his head slightly. “What?”
She felt her cheeks heat up, but she figured if she was brave enough to have sex with him, she needed to be brave enough to talk about protection. Her father missing from her life during the first four years was a strong enough lesson to mandate the conversation.
“Condoms,” she blurted out. “We need to use condoms. And I have,” she thought about the large boxes in her leather bag, “a lot of condoms. All kinds of them, actually.”
He blinked at her, obviously trying to follow her train of thought without success. “Are you saying that your mother and aunts gave you condoms before you arrived?”
“Yes.”
“Specifically for this visit? Or for just general use?”
She bit her lower lip before she answered. “Specifically for this visit,” she admitted.
“I see,” he muttered, but she could tell that he didn’t fully understand.
So, Angela decided to be the brave woman that she’d always wanted to be. She stepped back, but laced her fingers through his. “I just need to hurry back to my room and grab them…,” she let out a squeak when he scooped her into his arms, one arm behind her back and the other under her knees.
“I have plenty of protection,” he growled. “And I’ll have to thank your aunts for their foresight.” He kicked the bedroom door closed, then proceeded to the bed . “I don’t think I can thank your mother for the condoms though. That’s just…!” He paused, shaking his head. “I don’t think that I could look your mother in the eyes and thank her for giving you condoms.”
“She gave me the regular ones,” Angela explained, already working on the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders as she knelt on the edge of his bed. “My Aunt Tasha gave me some that are more interesting.” She kissed the middle of his chest, flicking her tongue out to taste his skin . Goodness, this man tasted even better than he smelled !
“Interesting condoms?” he asked, then hissed as her tongue explored his nipple. “We’ll…” he couldn’t finish because her thumb slid over the sensitized skin, distracting him.
“My Aunt Tila gave me some…uh…toys.” She moved her mouth to his other nipple. “She said I might need them if you aren’t capable of…” she yelped when Tiro flipped her onto her back. He climbed onto the bed to loom over her.
“I’m not saying sex toys aren’t a fun addition to sexual play,” he began, then ripped her blouse open, admiring the pretty white lace bra he found underneath. “However, I assure you, I’m quite capable of bringing you to pleasure, my dear.” And with that, he mercilessly tugged the lace down, exposing a tight, pink nipple.
As soon as his mouth closed over that sensitive tip, Angela moaned, her hips rocking back and forth as if she could somehow relieve the tension building inside of her. It was pointless, especially when he moved his hot, decadent mouth to her other nipple, nipping and teasing it with his tongue and his teeth. He pinched her nipple with his thumb and forefinger while his tongue lashed at the skin between his fingers. “Show me how you like to be touched, Angela,” he whispered roughly.
Angela moved her fingers over her nipple, but it wasn’t the same. Instead, she took her head and pulled his mouth back down, gasping when she felt the heat of his mouth again. Arching her back, she held his head right there as he teased, sucked, and nipped.
When he pulled away, Angela made a guttural sound of protest, but Tiro merely stood up to strip off the rest of his clothes.
He was so impressive that Angela couldn’t move. She only lifted herself up onto her elbows and watched the show.
“You’re amazing,” she whispered, shocked that she was so forward. But it was true. The man was ripped. There didn’t appear to be an extra inch of fat anywhere on his tall frame.
“Your turn,” he purred. He pulled off her riding boots first, tossing them to the side. Then he pulled her riding pants off. They were made of stretchy material, so they peeled off easily, leaving her in a pair of matching lace panties and her bra that was pulled down, still exposing her breasts. She’d forgotten that fact, so when he came back to her and she tried to lift her arms around his neck, the straps slowed her down.
He was quick to remove that barrier, as well as her panties before gazing down at her.
“You’re making me self-conscious, Tiro,” she whispered, her arms lifting to wrap around herself, hiding her nakedness.
“Can’t have that,” he said, taking her wrists before she could cover any of the parts that he’d so recently revealed to his hungry gaze.
He shifted, moving over so that he was on top of her, spreading her legs wide so that he was cradled between her thighs. “You’re beautiful, Angela,” he whispered softly, still looking at her breasts, even pulling away so that he could view the apex of her thighs. She tried to close her legs, but since his hips were in the way, it was an impotent effort.
“Don’t hide from me, albi ,” he urged. “I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.” He kissed her lips, softly coaxing the passion back . It didn’t take long, especially since his chest hair tickled her nipples. Angela moaned, shifting her breasts back and forth for more stimulation while her legs lifted, wrapping around his waist. She didn’t realize at first that this also opened herself up more to him, but since it felt good, she didn’t care.
“Keep doing that, albi ,” he groaned, inching lower, tasting and nipping along a path toward her hips.
“Keep doing what?” she asked, then gasped as he kissed her right above her core. It was tempting, but not enough. Not nearly close enough. She wanted, needed, him to move lower still.
“Keep showing me what you like,” he explained, running a finger along her inner thigh. “I love it. And it helps me get to know you.”
She might have made a sound, but Angela was more focused on his fingers and that hot breath that tormented her heated flesh. Every part of her was throbbing with anticipation. This was so much more intense, hot, and beautiful than she’d ever expected.
“Do you like this?” he asked, and kissed her inner thigh. “Or do you like this more?” She gasped when one of his fingers caressed her core, teasing the folds and “accidentally” flicking against that nub that felt as if it were throbbing with desperate need.
“Both,” she whispered, her fingers diving into his hair.
“Ah, but which do you like more ?” He moved his finger over her again and Angela whimpered, her fingers tightening , pulling his head further down.
“That!” she yelped, her hips moving ever so slightly, silently begging him to do more.
“Good to know,” Tiro replied conversationally. “And this?” he asked, pressing one finger inside of her.
“Yes!” she gasped, arching her back, which pulled his finger even deeper into her body “Yes. Just like that!”
“And this?” he asked, his tongue sliding against her nub. “Is that good for you?”
She might have responded, but her mind blanked, making words impossible. Apparently, Angela made the appropriate sounds to encourage him to proceed. His tongue flicked against her nub again, making her cry out. Then his fingers circled that nub while his tongue flicked against it, lightly at first, but then faster and more firmly.
“Close!” she groaned, shifting her hips and trying to be patient. However, it was difficult. More difficult than anything she’d ever done before!
“Ah, so my angel likes this,” and he proceeded to suck on that nub, his tongue flicking against the extended point. And that’s all it took to send her over the edge ! She screamed his name, her knees bending as if she could hold him there, doing exactly that for as long as possible.
Angela rode that endless wave, feeling her body throb with her first release. It was so beautiful and so unexpected, that she laughed with delight when it was all over.
When she opened her eyes, it was to find Tiro looming over her, resting on one elbow while he rolled a condom down over his shaft. “And now you’ve recovered from your first climax,” he purred, “let’s see how you handle a second.”
Angela didn’t think that was possible. That last one had been too perfect. She didn’t want to mar this perfect experience with a sub-standard release. However, she spread her legs willingly when he pressed closer, resting her hands on his shoulders.
When he started pressing into her, Angela gasped, surprised at how delicious the friction felt. And when he pulled out of her body, it felt…wrong. Like she was made to have this particular man inside of her, connected with her.
“Don’t stop,” she groaned, lifting her hips to meet his next gentle thrust. When he pressed deeper into her, she sighed with the perfection of it all, unaware of her fingernails digging into his shoulders.
He moved slowly at first, but with every thrust, she felt as if her body lit up with sensations. It was…disconcerting and…amazing. She felt her body respond and closed her eyes, holding onto Tiro as he started to move faster. That was even more delightful. But when his thrusts became harder, deeper and more urgent, delight turned to need. The friction was driving her wild and she clung to him, urging him with her voice and her fingers to do…something.
“I can’t…!” she gasped.
“You can!” he snarled, gripping her wrists in one hand, pinning them over her head. With the other, he lifted her leg, opening her up with her knee over his elbow. This new position seemed to press her hips more firmly against his abdomen and…that friction, that rubbing of her nub against his stomach pushed her right over that edge again. She cried out, arching into him which only pressed her body more perfectly against him, prolonging her climax.
She felt him swell within her, which left her breathless, and she whimpered as a third orgasm hit her. Thankfully, he followed with his own, roaring his pleasure to the heavens. Then, he collapsed, pressing his face against her neck as they slowly remembered how to breathe.