“Oh, good. That’s nice of her.”
“Yes, definitely. She’s a hoot.” Calliope kissed her, and then gave Angel a quick hug before she trotted off to join some of the others.
When Jemma unlocked the door to her house with Angel right behind her, no sooner had she turned to let him in than he tugged her into his arms for a hot kiss, and pulled the door closed swiftly behind him.
“In a hurry?” Jemma questioned with one eyebrow raised.
“Hell, yes, woman. I’ve missed you being in my arms, and I plan to rectify that right now.” He was already halfway across the living room.
“Me, too. I missed you like crazy.” She chased him up the stairs to her bedroom.
“It does my heart good to hear you say that. I thought I lost you,” he stated at the top of the stairs when he turned to swing her into his arms.
“You didn’t,” Jemma promised as he carried her to her room and then set her down on the floor. Her body slid down his and immediately she yearned for more.
“I promise you, no more lies. Honesty, and all my heart for always, Jemma.”
His sweet words warmed her heart, and she loved him even more for saying them.
“I love you, Angel.”
Angel felt Jemma shaking in his arms, and he wanted nothing more than to let her know how much she meant to him. “I love you, and I want you to let me show you just how much.”
“Show me,” she whispered as she tugged at the hem of his T-shirt. He helped her by quickly removing it and tossing it onto the floor.
Angel couldn’t believe he’d risked the love he’d found with this incredible woman. He tilted her chin up so he could kiss her with passion and fire. He started with small kisses by her cheek and then kissed her again along her jawline until he claimed her mouth. Her soft panting, and the little kitten sounds she made, urged him on. His arms reached behind her and up under her tank top to unfasten her bra, and then he pulled away from her just enough to pull her shirt over her head. He tossed it onto his T-shirt. He took in the sight of her breasts. He loved her breasts. They were round and full, and the nipples were already puckered and pink. He stooped to take one of the rosy peaks into his mouth and felt her body lean into it as her back arched from the pleasure he gave her. He grew as hard as stone, and his cock began to pulse tightly against his jeans. He suckled her other breast for a moment before parting from her to strip. He knew she was ready for more when she obliged him by removing the rest of her own garments as well.
Jemma finished undressing before Angel and stepped back to watch him. His body was perfection. Lean and toned, bronzed from the sun and his heritage. His tattoos enhanced his body in the moonlight that streamed through the window into her room. When his cock sprung free, and stood proudly, she was still amazed how he fit inside her. How they fit together was a miracle at all. He was tall to her short, bronze to her paleness. They were opposites, and being the science nerd that she was, the thought that came to mind was opposites really do attract. Yet they shared many of the same passions as well. But the most important one was their passion for each other. They burned together like Halley’s comet scorching on its trajectory.
Naked, Angel reached for Jemma and turned her so that the bed was behind her. He gently pushed her back to encourage her to sit at the edge of the bedside. He allowed his hands to feel the weight of her soft globes, cupping each breast, first one and then the other. He imagined watching their children someday at her breasts, and knew more than anything that this was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The woman he wanted to bear his children.
When her eyes closed, he took it further, squeezing one, and then placing his mouth on the other. He took a nipple between his lips again, and gently tugged on it with his teeth. Her cry was soft, but needy. He felt her legs begin to shake beside him. She was ready for him, but he wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to taste her other breast again, too.
Jemma moaned again, when the heat of his mouth bathed her nipple. “Oh, Angel.”
He heard the urgency in her tone. He loved hearing her moan his name, and rewarded her by letting one hand drop from her shoulder to her thigh. He stroked her leg and then the inside of her thigh. Her entire body shuddered in anticipation of his next move. And when his hand covered her pussy, he felt her push into it. She wanted more and so did he. But he could be patient. For her, he could be anything. Would do anything.
Gently, Angel eased her back onto the bed and stretched over her. He licked her breast and then sucked hard, pulling the nipple into his mouth. Bearing his weight on one elbow, he curled his body beside her while his hand roamed and explored her wet folds. He allowed his finger to enter her and found her even wetter. He moved his finger inside her from the bottom to the top until he found that tight little bundle of nerves. Jemma moaned again and pushed against the pressure he applied there. Angel gave her what she wanted and circled her clit with his finger. Her soft sighs enticed him, and the sight of her blonde hair being ruffled as her head tossed slowly from side to side made his cock pulse against her hip. He felt her pleasure as if it were his own though she had not touched him yet. His woman thrilled him simply by her reactions to what he did to her.
Again and again, he circled her clit as her body tightened to the breaking point, waiting for the release only he had ever given her. Jemma hissed and called his name. “Angel, oh, Angel, yes, please,” she whimpered, as her body exploded.
God, she was beautiful when she came for him. He wanted no other man to touch her. He would marry her, have those babies he dreamed of, and give her a new family. His.
When Jemma began to come down from the orgasm he gave her, she reached for him, yearning to give him the pleasure he’d given her. Angel allowed her hands to roam his body. The feel of his muscles jumping under his satiny smooth skin made her feel more alive than ever before. When his mouth captured hers and demanded entrance, she let his tongue invade, but she also gave as much as she got. Just his kisses made her ready for more.
Though Angel’s cock was desperate to sink into her, claim her completely, he wasn’t done with loving her just yet. He would hold out and give her pleasure like she had never known. He broke free of her mouth, ignoring the whimper of protest. He trailed kisses and small love bites along her rib cage and flat stomach while his hand began to caress her thighs. Though she had just come for him, he knew she was ready for more when she began to gyrate beneath his ministrations.
“Jemma, I want to love all of you, taste of all of you,” he said huskily before he used two fingers to open her to him. His head dipped in for the most intimate of kisses. Using his tongue, he licked her core and suckled the juices her body produced. “I love you. I love every inch of you,” he whispered before lapping at her.
Angel had never done this to her before, and the words and his tongue, oh God, his tongue, was doing things to Jemma she couldn’t explain or fathom in her wildest imagination.
“I love you, Angel,” she hissed, pushing up on her heels to urge him on.
She didn’t think she could ever get enough of him, and of this. She felt like she would explode from the sheer intensity of the pleasure, but she didn’t want it to stop, either. Finding her sensitive clit with his tongue, Angel began to work her again with the goal of bringing her to the brink of ecstasy and then send her flying over the precipice. Her whimpers of pleasure and her body movements made him realize she was so very close to coming undone. He wanted to see her beautiful blue eyes when that happened.
“Look at me,” he whispered and saw her eyes flutter open.
She watched his eyes smolder as he licked her, over and over again. He used his tongue to apply just the right amount of pressure, and licked faster as she breathed rapidly and watched him. He felt her body begin to buck and saw her mouth begin to form a perfect O, and then she screamed as waves of pleasure overtook her. “Angel! Oh, my God!”
Angel scooted up to capture her mouth, capture her breathlessness, and let her taste
her own sweetness on his lips. When he broke from her, a smile that only a completely satiated woman can make spread across her face.
“You liked?” he asked, his eyes mischievous.
“I loved.”
Her deep, throaty response made him want to pound into her, but he could wait just a bit longer. She needed time to recover, so instead he scooted up onto the center of the bed and brought her with him. He stroked her back while she regained her senses.
“But you….?” she began to protest.
“Oh, I’m not done, my beauty.” He laughed.
“I don’t think my body can take it,” she teased.
“It can and it will.” His eyes grew serious. “Jemma, I love you. I never want to be apart from you again. Promise we will always talk things through. Listen to each other. Tell each other everything.”
“I promise.” Jemma moved so she could seal it with a kiss, pressing her lips to his.
Though still recovering, she wanted whatever Angel offered her. She wanted her forever linked to him for eternity. As she kissed him, she reached down to grasp his cock and was pleased he let her. He liked the control, but tonight he was letting her take the lead. It was his turn to receive the pleasure he’d given her. She used her small hand to stroke his long length. She watched his dark eyes smolder and burn, head tilted back.
Angel loved watching his woman excite him, but he couldn’t hold out any longer.
He’d left a box of condoms here over two weeks ago and turned his body while she continued to stroke him. His hand fumbled in the drawer until he found one and then used his teeth to open the package.
“I need to be inside you, Jemma,” he said through gritted teeth.
Seeing his need Jemma stopped and took the condom from Angel and slipped it on him like he had shown her how to do. Before she had time to think beyond that, Angel took control once more, turning her body so she was beneath him and getting into position above her. He fisted his own swollen member and placed the engorged head at her entrance. She was still wet, but to be sure she was ready for full penetration he rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves with his dick, and at her sigh, he released his hold and pushed into her, planting himself deep inside her. He felt her body stretching as he slid inside, enjoying the heat of her wet folds engulfing him. It felt amazing to be deep inside her. Connected.
Though Angel wanted nothing more than to pump into her fast and hard to make the friction that would bring him the release he so desperately needed, he still wanted this reunion to be remarkable. To be a memory they would both cherish for the next sixty years. It was about showing her that she meant everything to him.
“Open your eyes,” he grunted again, maintaining his control, and when she did, he began to move.
Their eyes locked on each other in the moonlight. Her body moved with him, rocked with him as they took every ounce of pleasure they could with their coupling. He rocked in and out of her, stroked her clit with every upward and downward thrust, going ever so slowly until she made those kitten-like sounds that told him she was close.
Angel felt his balls tightening. He was close, but needed more friction. Needed it to be faster, so he picked up the pace, ensuring that he slid against her apex until he felt the quaking within her pussy that told him she was about to come again.
She cried out in pain and pleasure, as wave after wave took her to paradise. And he came with her then. He climbed over the edge as he shot his load deep inside of her. The explosion rocked him in its intensity, and he collapsed on top of her briefly before rolling over on his back. He pulled her close so that she lay beside him.
“Angel?” she whispered after a few moments. After their heartbeats returned to some semblance of normalcy.
“Yes?” he asked, after pressing a kiss on the top of her head, her hair damp with sweat.
“Is it always like this?” she asked.
“No, Beauty. It’s only like this when two people love each other as much as we do.”
And that was the truth. With her it was so much more.
As promised Calliope arrived back at Jemma’s early the next morning. She joined Jemma and Angel for breakfast, and the three of them hit the task of installing the fifteen windows she’d purchased. By noon they’d installed three by working together. Jemma realized Calliope hadn’t been lying when she told her it was at the very least a two-person job.
The morning passed pleasantly with the three of them working together and Angel and Calliope joking around like long-time friends. Jemma was so glad to see them getting along. They were the two most important people in her life.
“Hey, Jemma. This guy is a keeper,” Calliope teased after watching him lug all the debris to the massive dumpster Jemma had rented. She sipped the beer Jemma handed her by the small dock that extended over the creek in front of Jemma’s home.
“Oh, so good,” Calliope called out to Angel after her first sip.
“Yeah, yeah, rub it in, Callie, and enjoy this break. After lunch we can tackle two more windows, but you get to do the final cleanup for the day. I’ll need to grab a quick shower and then head into Tarpley. Pops called a short meeting to debrief and discuss the fair. He always wants to make sure we outdo ourselves each year.”
“Sounds like fun.” Calliope rolled her eyes.
Jemma noticed her friend was slightly distracted. She wondered what was on her mind regarding her own situation, but did not want to bring it up with Angel around. She respected her friend’s privacy, and because Angel and Calliope were just getting to know each other, she didn’t want to spill all of her friend’s secrets just yet.
“Would you lovely ladies like to meet up afterwards in Tarpley? We could have dinner at Randy’s Hellhole. I hear the burgers there are pretty awesome.”
“Definitely.” Jemma pounced. The bar was known for its rowdy crowd, and the food served during the day was fantastic.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to play it by ear,” Calliope replied.
Jemma noticed Calliope checking her phone for what seemed like the millionth time that morning.
Angel rinsed his hands in the creek and then grabbed a sandwich off the plate of food that Jemma had made for him. “I love the creek. Water is clear. Nice and cool, too. Perfect for swimming.”
The speed of the water wasn’t too fast this time of year, unless they got a lot of rain. But it was great for fishing and lazy days. An image of her and Angel and their children having picnics right in this very spot popped into her mind. She wondered what he thought about kids. If he wanted them or not. She knew she definitely did. The more the merrier. Being an only child had been lonely at times.
Calliope bailed on dinner, so Jemma went to Randy’s Hellhole on her own. She found Angel waiting for her in the parking lot when she arrived. He opened the driver’s door when she turned off her ignition. He gave her his hand to help her out and pulled her against him from a quick kiss that might have turned into a longer one if they hadn’t been interrupted.
“Hey, mister.”
Jemma and Angel broke quickly apart to see a young boy with tousled red hair and freckles and one missing front tooth staring up at them.
“Hey, there yourself, young man. Something I can do for you?” Angel’s eyes danced with mirth at the sight of the adorable youngster.
“Yes, sir. Well, I hope so, sir. You see, I was out flying my kite with my friends.” He pointed across the street to an empty field. Three other boys about the same age as the toothless urchin that stood before them waved from across the dusty road.
“I see them.” Angel laughed, waiting for the boy to ask the question that Angel already anticipated. He’d spotted the tail end of a red kite in a tree at the very edge of the field.
“Well, mister. My kite got stuck in that there tree, and I can’t reach the low branch to climb in there and get it. Do you think, I mean, seeing as you are so tall and all, I thought maybe you could help me out of this pickle? Give me a boost, so to speak.”
Jemma laughed at the situation and the youngster’s way of speaking. She could tell he was trying to be polite by pulling out his big words. The kid was absolutely adorable, and she knew Angel would help.
“Well, I don’t know if I can boost you, you look pretty sturdy. I don’t know if I’m that strong,” Angel teased.
“Sure, you are, mister. You got those big arms there. I bet you can if you tried hard enough.”
“Perhaps, but that branch is pretty high up. You’re not scared you might fall?” Angel asked.
The boy gave him a look as if he was crazy. “Nah, it’s only about ten feet off the ground, mister. I’ve fallen off higher things than that before with barely a scratch.”
Both Angel and Jemma laughed at that remark.
“I bet you have,” Jemma said. “You’re very brave.”
“Yes, ma’am. I sure is. My granddaddy always says I’m too brave for my own britches, whatever that means.”
“Well, if your grandad says you are brave, I think I can help you. But I’ll spot you, and if you fall, then I’ll just have to catch you with these arms.” Angel made his muscles pop. The boy’s eyes went wide, and he smirked up at Angel.
“Thanks, mister.” He turned tail and began to run across the street, yelling to his friends. “He said yes!”
The little boy’s friends cheered as Angel crossed the road to help the young man. Jemma stayed where she was and watched from fifty feet away as Angel easily hoisted the kid up onto the sturdy branch. He spotted the lad carefully as he scooted down the branch to reach his kite. The boy unhooked his kite from the tangle of leaves. He then dropped his kite and jumped at Angel’s encouragement into his open arms.
All the boys cheered when the young kid reached the ground safely.
“Thanks, mister!” the young boy called over his shoulder as he and his friends raced to the center of the field where their kites would be able to fly freely without fear of getting caught up in the tree.
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