Chapter 15 #2
At one point, waist-deep, Angel turned me in his arms and held me close.
We remained with our arms around each other as the ocean washed around us.
When I tilted my face up to his, I found his eyes on me, and my breath hitched.
‘Why, Rox, is it that when I’m around you the temperature is always sultrier, and freakin’ delicious? Could get addicted, beautiful.’
I shivered at his heated rasp, shot him a wry smile, and laid my head back on his chest as he stroked me from my nape to just above my ass.
Heaven.
The heat of the day vanished into the black swell beneath us, as the quiet shadow of the cliffs stood guard over the empty shore.
Afterward, we took a slow walk along the waterline, our bare feet sinking into the wet sand before returning to our spread blanket to investigate our bounty.
The hamper contained a feast of marinated octopus salad, wedges of pecorino cheese, sun-dried tomatoes in olive oil, and a loaf of crusty walnut bread.
Nestled at the bottom were two frosted bottles of homemade limoncello.
We uncorked the liquor, sipping the sweet fluid straight from the glass as we lay back against the cushions.
The intense lemon spirit hit my system fast, warming my stomach and loosening my tongue.
‘I’m feeling this,’ Angel admitted, his voice dropping an octave as he chuckled at a ridiculous comment I made about the seagulls wheeling in the sky above us.
We stared at each other on a warm summer night in Capri beneath the stars, exchanging sloppy smiles, both of us tipsy.
Soon, however, the laughter died away, replaced by a charged silence that made my pulse hammer in my throat.
Angel shifted onto his elbow, propping himself up so he loomed over me.
His silver-smoky eyes locked on mine under the silver glow of the rising moon, holding my gaze captive for a long, breathless string of seconds.
The heat in his expression pinned me to the blanket, making the rest of the world fade into nothing.
Slowly and with deliberate intensity, he leaned in closer.
He stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers, his calloused skin sending a shiver of heat down my spine.
His hand moved, stroking my earlobe, then his thumb descended to trace the soft outline of my lips.
‘You’re such a treasure, Roxanne,’ he rasped, his timbre hoarse with a vulnerability I had never heard from him before.
My heart lurched with pure joy.
I reached up for him, sinking both of my hands into the thick, damp strands of his hair, pulling him down to close the final distance.
His lips found mine, and a gasp caught in my throat as I melded into the man I’d loved for my entire life.
My breath hitched as Angel slid a thigh over my own.
I stared into his scorching, beautiful eyes, stunned that I was the reason he was flaming on the inside.
‘Honey,’ I whispered.
His eyes narrowed on my lips, and his mouth fell on me.
Hot, so scorching, yet so firm, and soft at the same time.
He was demanding, suckling, nipping, and lashing his tongue.
The flavor of the limoncello added to the intoxication, even as my head whirled.
Sliding my hands to his corded neck, I held on for dear life and kissed him back, as I threw a leg over his tight ass.
On and on we necked until he was growling in his throat, the sound so sexy it released a surge of wetness as my pussy clenched.
I just took what I wanted, kissing him, touching him, scrabbling at his shirt with one hand.
The other glided down his rippling stomach toward his waist.
His muscles tightened at my caress, and he arched his nape and growled when I stroked his rock-hard shaft over his shorts.
‘So hot.’
‘You want this Rox?’
I shivered at how deep his timbre was and how it reverberated through me.
I was sopping, flooding, so wrapped up in him.
Did I want this?
Hell yeah.
‘I’m ready for you, honey, and I want this.’
Who was this brazen hussy begging for it, for him, in a raw, hoarse whisper?
‘You gone love it when I slide my cock up in you? Will we get nasty, beautiful?’
The man kept whispering the sweetest, filthiest words that turned me on as he nipped my lips, his hands now under my tee, tweaking my nipples.
Hell, Angel was the master at badass rhapsodic lyricism.
‘You wet for me? What’s your fantasy beautiful? I’ll take you there.’
He was my love dream, my ultimate flight of fancy, yet here he was, driving me wild.
‘So fuckin’ sweet. You’re so beautiful, babe, I’m finding it hard to behave,’ he growled.
‘Then don’t.’
Nerves and wild need fluttered in my stomach.
He arched away to let me pull his vest over his head.
I tossed it away as his touch went to my hips.
With a grunt, he maneuvered me so I now sat on top of him.
His muscles strained as he knifed up, seeking my lips.
I ground my pelvis down him, tongues lashing, mouths mashing as he gripped my tee and slid it over me.
Lifting my arms, I wriggled even harder on his rock-hard shaft.
‘Fuck woman,’ he growled with frustration as he eased it off and threw it away.
My grip went to his shoulders, and I leaned forward, ready to take his mouth again, when Angel moved faster than I.
Lips to my nape, then lower, gliding them to my bra strap.
He pulled it off with an impatient growl, easing the cup under my tits, exposing my swollen nipple.
He stared at it, then back at me, his eyes so flamed for me I gushed again.
Then he cupped my breast, thumb teasing my taut areola that was so hard it hurt.
When his mouth enveloped the turgid mound, I gasped.
I swirled my hips harder over his throbbing cock, curving my back to push more of my nipple into him as I ground into his pelvis.
When he switched to my other tit, I leaned back, one hand in his hair.
The other stroked the tip of his shaft, which was now peeking through the top of his shorts.
It was glorious, bulbous, weeping, magnificent.
It also had a silver barbel-shaped jewel set horizontally through it.
‘Honey?’
Angel paused, his eyes bleary with need.
He followed the track of my eyes, then smirked.
‘That’s an apadravya piercing, designed to blow your g-spot apart.’
When I arched a brow, his chest shook with silent laughter.
‘It won’t hurt, beautiful; it’ll make the pleasure that more savage, hell, it’ll turn the heat up.’
‘I’ll believe it when I see it,’ I muttered, stroking his heated length, loving how he hissed at my caress.
The idea of it made me even wetter, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
I stroked lower over his shorts material, and my breath hitched.
He was so scorching hard, thick and long and enticing.
When I rolled my fingers over the head, he went harder on suckling me.
We got into a rhythm of giving pleasure; kissing, sucking, groping, all so hot and wild.
I needed my underwear off and his cock in me.
So with a gasp I pulled away from his lobe, which I’d been lavving and nipping.
‘The hell, babe?’ he growled, reaching for me.
‘Take it all off.’
He arched a brow at my urgent demand, leaning back to shuck his shorts as I rid myself of my panties.
The sand beyond our blanket was still and calm, the sea crashing behind us, the moon shining down on us, and no other hint of civilization in sight.
I took no notice of it as, naked, I crawled to Angel.
He reached for me, gripping me by the waist, our lips fusing, our limbs tangling.
‘So fuckin’ beautiful,’ he growled as he suddenly lifted me, his muscles bending, and set me on the blanket as he slid over me.
Kissing my lips, then lower to my nipples, laving them before he was between my thighs.
Then his mouth was on me, his tongue in me, then traveling between my clit and pussy, devouring me.
It was so hot, I rippled out in a mini orgasm.
‘Angel,’ I cried out, hand buried in his tresses.
He was so starved for me.
The man lapped, sipped, and used his fingers to ravage my cunt until I bucked so hard as he suckled my love button into his scorching mouth.
I closed my eyes tight as stars went off behind my lids.
The bliss was so savage it ripped through me, thighs shuddering, stomach convulsing from the magnitude of coming, for the first time in Angel’s arms.
I threw a hand over my mouth and sank my teeth into it as he continued working me, and rocking me into a series of mini orgasms.
I sagged back to the blanket, pushing an elbow into it to come up halfway.
‘Honey,’ I whispered, still quaking. ‘I want you inside me now.’
I wanted all of him.
His muscled body slid over me, and he braced himself on an arm, eyes glittering on me.
Locks of his hair fell over his temple, never more beautiful to me than in this moment.
‘Ready?’ he growled.
‘As I’ll ever be,’ I breathed.
He parted my thighs, taking one of them and slinging it over his shoulder.
I thanked my Pilates classes for agility as I hooked over his deltoid.
His other hand went between us and seconds later came the sensation of the barbells as his thick, bulbous head eased into my pussy.
Never had I ever experienced such utter bliss as Angel slid inside me.
He went slow all the way until he buried his shaft to the hilt.
His stroke out proved to me what he claimed about his intimate jewelry.
I gave a silent scream as parts of my vagina I’d never known existed lit up on fire.
Angel then lowered his mouth to my mine and began driving into me.
My hands went around his upper torso, holding on as I got ravaged by ecstasy.
His cock, and the jewelry on it were beyond amazing; the sensation of him inside me, so hard, so thick, so hot, so piercing, was so untamed; all I could do was ride the wave, the bucking, the utter devastation.