RUINING ANGEL

by S. Pratt

  I suddenly realize I may have overstepped the mark and hold my breath as the words leave my lips. My rough hands rest gently at the side of her soft face. I’m shocked. It seems that her expression mirrors mine exactly and my breath suddenly catches in my lungs. I didn’t think she would ever feel this way about me. Ever. Yet, in a moment of panic, I want to take it all back.

  ‘I’m sorry, I know it’s inappropriate.’ My eyes dart away from hers as she stares me down.

  ‘You think I’m beautiful?’ she asks. There is no hesitation on my part.

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Even like this?’

  ‘Yes.’ I lick my lips, a nervous reaction that I can’t control. The strangest expression comes over her features, suddenly confusing me. Sitting forward she reaches for me, a brazenness I didn’t know she possessed taking over as she grabs my shirt, pulling me towards her, pressing my lips to hers with abandon. I try to behave as gentle as I can, but with this desire I have harbored for so long, I can barely contain myself. I’m sure she must be feeling a world of pain, but I’m too selfish to stop.

  My tongue seeks out hers, an invisible line just crossed and now there is no turning back. There is a need between us that is calling to be fulfilled and we meet it head on. There is no roughness in my actions, despite the fact I want to consume her wholly. My fingers dance across her clothes, light as feathers falling from a nest in the trees in spring. I’m captivated.

  The brief moment my lips leave hers, she gazes upon my face. I would give a million bucks just to know what she is thinking right now.

  ‘Thank you for saving me, for being there. You’re like my guardian angel you know.’

  ‘Me? An angel?’

  ‘Yes,’ she nods firmly, ‘You’re definitely my angel. In fact, that’s what I’m going to call you from now on – Angel.’

  ‘You can’t call a man angel,’ I say indignantly, although I know the hint of a smile on my lips must give me away. There is nothing that she couldn’t ask of me – nothing I wouldn’t do.

  ‘Yes you can.’ Her voice is just a whisper, intimidated but wanting to stand up to me. I stroke her face tenderly, kissing her lips ever so softly.

  ‘Well, okay. But only because it’s you. If anyone else were to call me that I’d have to punch ‘em on the nose.’ She smiles, happy that I’ve accepted her nickname so readily. My lips sweep back to hers and we fall back into the bliss-induced haze while my fingers work their magic on her clothing.

  The top part of her dress is first to go. I work it off her shoulders and down towards her hips. She winces slightly, and it hurts me to see that I am causing her further pain. She says nothing, taking tiny breaths to curtail the consuming pain she must be feeling.

  It’s rather selfish, but there is no way I would be able to stop now. Curiosity has the best of me. My head is called to her neck and ever so slowly I kiss my hot mouth down towards her belly button, taking extra care as I trail over her ribs. My body is on fire. Every single touch to her skin starts an inferno raging through me. Passion courses through me and all my senses are humming away. Sensuality, love and desire taking hold of both of us.

  The disheveled dress she’s wearing slides easily down the rest of her body and off her legs. They are smooth and silky, trembling slightly as I run my fingers up the length of them. My tongue takes a turn to run the length of her thighs, all the way to the edge of her panties. I’m delighted to see she’s wet, the evidence showing on the material. She moves to cover herself with her hands, but I refuse to let her cover any part of her. I want to see it all. Too long I have spent fantasizing about this moment.

  ‘Don’t cover yourself. You’ve nothing to be embarrassed about. Do you know how hot and hard you make me just by seeing that I make you wet?’ I can hardly believe the words that are coming out of my mouth, but there is no objection from her. In fact, she seems to be delighting every single syllable that reaches her ears. This gives me the confidence to slowly ease her panties down. She lifts her bottom off the sheets to assist me as I slowly manipulate them down towards her ankles.

  Only her bra remains now, but I’m not about to touch it. The marks on her ribs are already starting to show and I don’t want to cause her anymore pain. So I leave it there, admiring the swell of her breasts over the top of the lace, which heaves up and down with each and every breath she takes.

  Slowly I take off my clothes, eager for her to watch my strip tease. I know now that she must have been enjoying my body all this time, just as I was hers. My skin is toned – evidence of my physical lifestyle. It bulges in all the right places, muscles rippling down my arms and across my stomach. Her eyes wander all over the planes of my body and I am still as she wordlessly appreciates everything that I am.

  Crawling up the bed towards her my heart starts to gallop hard within the confines of my chest. I am painstakingly slow, wanting to remember every detail of this moment forever. She is a person I have wanted in so many ways, for so long. Now that I have her in my sights, there is nothing on this earth that will stop me from making love to her.

  I sit between her legs, waiting until I know she must ache for me to be inside of her. My arms go to either side of her body, careful to hover over her without our skin touching. I don’t want to hurt her further, so I balance all of my weight on either side of her, my arms flexing from the strain of holding my body weight off her. Suddenly a brief moment of panic seizes me, and I wonder why it had to so rudely pop up and ruin the moment.

  ‘Can I make love to you?’

  ‘You’re asking me now?’

  ‘I’ll always get your permission first. Nothing is assumed, Bailey.’ She nods that she wants me to. My eyes go wild with desire, yet my body is restrained, wanting to savor every second I am with her, just in case she never grants me access again.

  I know she’s a virgin – so I’m going to have to go slow. To be honest, the thought of being inside of her hot, moist folds is enough to make me ejaculate early – like it’s my first time or something. It’s not, but the girl who stole my virginity is the last thing on my mind. Right now, there is only room for me and Bailey in my head space.

  Her legs part willingly to accept me inside. My cock feels crushed as her muscles clamp down on it. I sense her hesitation and I back off a little. Then, ever so slowly, I nudge it back inside of her.

  The feeling is intense. On the one hand I want to just shove it inside of her and pound away until she’s screaming my name, but at the same time I have no desire to hurt her anymore. I want to make her first time special. I want her to feel things she’s never felt before. I want to ruin her so that she never even looks at another man sideways. This is going to be slow, pure, tantalizing pleasure. Making love to the girl I have been fixated on is going to take time.

  I push further in, testing the water as I go. There is a point I begin to feel the resistance of her hymen and she gasps as I nudge through it. I feel myself sink deeper into the depths of her pussy and urge myself to show restraint as my hips move to mesh with hers. Gently, gently I start to shift inside of her, gaining momentum as I stroke her clit every time I pull out.

  Nothing has ever felt this good. Not masturbating – hell, not even my first time. My lips find hers once more and I kiss her until I taste blood. Her lip has split open again and I gently lick the wound. Every single reaction she’s having to what I am doing to her is blowing my mind. All the fantasies I have had about her are lost in the feelings of the moment. Nothing could have done the reality justice. Tiny hands find my backside and I start to feel the build of ecstasy as I reach the point of exploding. The more I stroke her with my cock, the greater the urge is for me to blow my load.

  ‘More,’ she rasps, ‘please more.’ I can do nothing but obey her command, continuing to stroke her but never increasing the pace. Her hot mouth finds mine and our tongues mesh, tangling with desire, wanting every inch of our bodies to come alive with the pleasurable sensation that is gripping us.

  ‘I’m gonna
come,’ I pant in dismay.

  ‘Yes, come Angel, come inside of me.’

  ‘You’re not on birth control are you?’

  ‘No, but I don’t care about that right now. Please just come inside of me. I can feel my pussy aching, like it wants to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces.’ Hearing her talk this way to me almost finishes me right there. Through the fog that seems to be temporarily impairing my judgment, I manage to think clearly for just a second.

  ‘I can’t come inside of you Bails, I could get you pregnant. You come first and then I’ll pull out,’ I say, my voice rasping from the exertion of our love-making.

  ‘Okay, but I don’t really know how to come. I’ve never done this before.’ She’s breathless and shy, worried that I’m judging her.

  ‘I’ll make you,’ I promise as I pick up the pace. Her face contorts beautifully, her pleasure laid bare for me to see.

  ‘Do you like that?’ I ask, barely able to contain my excitement.

  ‘Yes,’ she pants.

  ‘You feel like you’re gonna come now?’

  ‘Y-eeesss!’ she screams as she digs her nails into my back. She shatters around my cock, and I keep still while she orgasms for the first time. As she comes down from the crescendo I start to pump up and down on her again. It doesn’t take long. Seven thrusts later and I feel the semen about to flow out of my cock. I pull out and rub my shaft on the top of her mound of pussy hair.

  As I blow my load all over her tummy, I can’t help but cry out myself.

  ‘Bailey, oh, fuck, Bailey.’

  ‘I know,’ she says quietly, ‘it was good for me too.’

  CHAPTER NINE - Road Trip

  This weekend is very important to me. I want Bailey to know that I love her on every level, not just sexually. Although, now that she has granted me access to her body, it is a feat to keep my hands to myself. Everything about her is like a drug. Every day I just want more. I realize I may have to be careful not to scare her off with the intensity of what I’m feeling.

  Mom and Dad have flown to North Carolina for Grandpa’s eightieth birthday. There is no way in hell I was going to miss an opportunity to be alone with Bailey, so I feigned work commitments in order to see my plans through. Bailey didn’t even need to be told to let them know she wouldn’t be going either. The minute she found out I wasn’t going, she opted out as well. I move, she moves. She moves, I move. This secretive dance we do blows my mind. Every damn day.

  So I make plans without her knowing. There’s an art exhibit she’s been dying to see, although her hopes for ever getting to Philly were just a daydream as far as she was concerned. She has no idea I’m about to make it a reality.

  Sneaking out of the house early, I take my truck and fill it with gas. Before heading home I swing by the bank and get some cash out, enough to cover our incidentals for the next 24 hours. On the backseat are a couple of blankets and spare pillows. With temperatures reaching 103 degrees this summer in Philly, I’m planning on sleeping in the truck’s bed under the stars. About forty-eight minutes out of Philadelphia is a camping area called Goshen Pond, which I think will afford us some privacy for the night. I’ve already packed the camping gear – now all I need is the girl.

  When I pull up in the driveway of our house, my heart starts to hammer in my chest, as it always does when I’m about to see her. It’s cool inside the house and quiet but for a faint hum coming from upstairs. As I climb each step, a fruity scent starts to tickle my nose. It’s drifting from under the bathroom door and I follow it like a beagle would crack at an airport. Bailey’s my crack – there’s no doubt about that.

  Nudging the bathroom door open with my toe, I inch forward into the steam filled room. The source of the humming is behind the shower curtain. I can see Bailey’s silhouette through the material and she’s humming a happy tune to herself. I watch, mesmerized by the swell of her breasts, the way they’re jiggling up and down as she shampoos her hair. My loins start to stir in response and I have to chastise myself for being such fair game. Honestly, there is no self-control when it comes to this woman.

  She’s still unaware that I’m here, but I’m not about to alert her to the fact. There is something completely jaw-dropping about watching someone you love, act with abandon when they think no one is watching. There are no hang-ups or shyness. Just them, beautiful and real, if only for a moment.

  Quietly, I pull the shower curtain to the side and am met with soapy, pale skin. Bubbles from the shampoo run from her hair and linger around her nipples. They’re a delicate, pale pink, the buds standing to attention, just waiting to be sucked. Hard.

  Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

  Her head is tipped back, eyes closed, the stream of water washing away the suds in her long auburn hair. They trail down her belly and kiss the hair between her legs before running off to the tiled floor of the shower. Everything about her is a vision to behold and I’m having to make a concerted effort not to reach out and touch her.

  Suddenly her loud shrieks fill the bathroom.

  ‘Goddamn it Emmett! You scared the fucking shit out of me!’ Her chest heaves as she sucks big breaths back into her lungs.

  ‘Emmett? What happened to Angel?’ I sulk.

  ‘Devil more like it! An angel wouldn’t be stealthily walking about the house, intent on scaring the living shit out of me,’ she scolds, but she’s already over her shock.

  ‘I didn’t mean to scare you … I just got caught up in watching … you …’ My concentration has left me and I know I need to get out of the bathroom fast, or my resolve to spend one weekend without fucking her is going to go out the window.

  She shuts the water off and turns to drink me in with those blue eyes of hers. I’m just about putty in her hands right now.

  ‘Angel?’ She smiles sweetly at me, stressing the pet name she has for me.

  ‘Yes?’ My tongue feels thick in my mouth and I can barely get out the response she’s demanding. My dick is rudely straining against the front of my jeans and I want nothing more than to pull them down and thrust my cock inside of her. But I won’t.

  ‘Can you please pass me a towel?’

  ‘No.’ I need air. I turn to leave, but her voice cuts through me like a knife.

  ‘Angel!’ Halting my departure, I turn to see the pained look on her face. I realize my good intentions have come across as a rejection and I hate even for a second that I have caused her upset. Swiftly I cover the space between us and crush my lips to her, reveling in the way she tastes. My tongue finds hers and the fog takes over my brain. Before I am left utterly defenseless, I break away from her.

  She’s breathless from the kiss and those breasts of hers are just begging to be sucked. But I won’t. I’ll be strong, because she means more to me than just a fuck.

  ‘It’s me, not you. I don’t want you thinking I just want you for your body and not what’s in here,’ I say as I place my hand between her breasts, right over where her heart is beating.

  She trembles from my touch and an ‘Oh,’ escapes her lips. I snake her towel from the nearest rack and hand it to her.

  ‘Get dressed. I’m taking you on a road trip.’ Tearing my eyes off her for the second time, I move to leave again. The bathroom door is as far as I get before her voice assaults my senses again. Like sweet honey, it has trickled across the floor and reached me, sticking me to the spot while she commands my attention.

  ‘Will I like where you’re taking me?’ There is mischief there. Daring Bailey is my favorite.

  I turn only my head to face her, as if turning my whole body would be a sign that I will never get out of the bathroom un-fucked.

  ‘Oh most definitely,’ I grin, leaving her to dry that deliciously fuckable body of hers.

  CHAPTER TEN - Philly

  We drive north for two and a half hours with nothing but the wind in our hair and music blaring from the car stereo. She holds my hand as I drive one-handed, her fingers swirling around mine, teasing me. It’s almost like she wants t
o test my resolve, but I’m stubborn as all hell and refuse to give in to her.

  By the time we reach Philadelphia, it’s already one in the afternoon. We park near the Fame Art Gallery on Market Street, strolling hand in hand towards the building that is housing the art exhibition. Both of us have grins a mile wide on our faces – it is unheard of for us to have any intimate contact in public. I delight in the feel of her hand in mine – fingers entwined just so. She’s mine and I hope it will always be so.

  The next couple of hours we spend like normal couples get to. Not that art is my thing, but I know it makes her happy, so I oblige and try to look interested. To be honest, her perfume is distracting, as is the summer dress that hugs her body in all the right places. I try not to let that show outwardly, acknowledging comments about the art instead. She grins at me mischievously – hell, who am I kidding?

  While Bailey’s attention is held, I spot a souvenir stand in the foyer selling all manner of trinkets. There is the usual junk, but a tray of mood rings grabs my eye. I quickly pull out my wallet and purchase one before joining Bailey at the next exhibit.

  ‘Give me your finger,’ I demand.

  ‘Where would you like it,’ she asks innocently. A comment like that, she literally just knocked the wind out of me.

  Thoughts of her fingering my ass while she sucks my cock suddenly assault my senses. I say nothing, but raise my eyebrows at her. She knows better than to tease if she cannot deliver.