Chapter 15 #3
My hips went wild all their own, as I clutched onto him with all fours as he pounded into me.
Angel tore his mouth from me, head back, sinewed neck on show as he growled.
‘So sexy, honey,’ I mewled as a savage tingling began to rip through me again.
His grunt to me came as he dipped his head to take my lips again.
‘So fuckin’ wild.’
Our mouths melded as I held on to him with my hands all over him, from his spine to his thick hair, then down to his ass.
The night deepened as we made love on the wool blanket, the rhythm of our breathing matching the steady crash of the tide against the boulders.
Every touch was sacred, a redemptive surrender that erased years of silent pining.
It was the most magnificent experience I’d ever had.
At one point, I pulled back, staring up at Angel’s face in the moonlight.
His features appeared softened, the rugged angles of his jaw relaxed, his expression filled with such veneration for me that it brought hot tears to my eyes.
‘Roxy,’ he whispered, his thumb brushing a tear from my temple. ‘Roxy.’
He repeated my name over and over like a prayer, his timbre thick with emotion he could no longer contain.
I flew into the heavens with him, untethered from the pain of the past.
I clutched his muscled behind and pushed him in deeper, so hungry, so needy, so desperate for him to explode with me.
His grunts were getting shorter, his chest heaving.
With a growl, he went to the side, his cock slipping out as he arranged me in front of him.
He went onto one elbow, my head back into the crook between his shoulder and neck as our mouths met again.
He widened my thighs, and then he drove inside me again from the rear, hand on my tits, his cock thrusting into me.
The cool sea breeze washed over us, but it was unable to kill our flames as he pounded into me.
He slid his hand to my clit, his tweaking, pulling and squeezing the swollen flesh as he drove his cock deep.
I ground myself into him, our mouths meshing.
He pulled out, turned me until I lay back, spine to the blanket, widened for him.
Hips thrusting up at him even before he drove inside me, his piercing gaze once more driving me wild.
I gazed into his smoldering eyes and moaned, ‘More, harder.’
‘I aim to please,’ he grunted.
‘Angel, I’m going to cum,’ I gasped as my bliss began to ratchet.
‘Cum for me,’ he rasped, leaning down to suckle my nipple.
‘Honey,’ I breathed, so gone, arms curled around his shoulders, heels digging into his ass.
Bliss hit hard, and I bucked my pussy, rippling over his cock with such intensity it came close to bittersweet pain.
It was the edge between the sweetest agony and the most wondrous rapture.
‘Rox, so fuckkinn’ good,’ he growled as I got slammed with the sensation of his white-hot seed soaring my insides.
He bucked on and on as I held on as tight as I could, gasping through the utter devastation.
‘Roxy, the best,’ he growled, then repeated my name as he thrust in and out, taking me to my third orgasm for the night.
I almost blacked out, but he kept me steady, lips on me, whispering soothing words as he slowed down, slicking in and out of me for many long minutes.
Finally, my hands surrendered, falling away, and my legs unlocked from his back.
I collapsed on the blanket, supine, so undone as Angel glided his mouth all over my tits, collarbone, and under my ear.
He then suckled my lobe before brushing the edge of my lip.
Cupping his jaw, I gave him back some of his sweet, in a kiss so gentle and poignant that tears pricked my closed lids.
He slid off me and to the side, holding me close to his chest from behind.
‘You doing fine, beautiful?’
His growl sent a shudder through me.
I was beyond okay; the man had destroyed me so much that I was still shaking and trying to catch my breath.
He nipped my ear.
‘Rox?’
‘I’m amazing, but you, sir, ought to be made illegal. That fuckin jewel on your cock needs to be seized as illicit contraband. Damn.’
He shook again, in that silent way of his as he laughed, his chest rocking my spine.
He then shifted as he muttered, ‘Need to take care of you.’
I had no idea how he intended to do it until I saw him pull wet wipes from Mrs C’s hamper and gently clean me up.
Then he pulled the other end of the massive blanket over us, and we nestled into each other, my nose in his neck.
My inner thoughts spun into a whirlwind of profound pleasure.
I wasn’t the second choice anymore, nor a wallflower or a placeholder.
I was his wife, and he’d just made love to me, no holds barred.
When the wind shifted into a cooler breeze that rolled over the sand, Angel woke me from my post-bliss nap.
We dressed, packed the picnic basket, and tucked the blanket into it.
He held me around the waist with one hand, the other on the basket as we headed back to the villa.
All the way, we exchanged scorching hot glances and occasional long, melding kisses.
By the time we crossed the threshold into his bedroom, our passion was running wild again, and we made love again in his bed.
It was almost dawn when we fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, tangled in each other.