by Sadira
It was crazy, really. They didn't know each other, didn't know what the other one liked, but in the space of about thirty minutes, Angelica had found more sexual pleasure than in every sexual experience she'd ever had. Vic had been an excellent lover, reading her responses, matching his actions accordingly. He'd seen to her pleasure before his own, making sure he gave as good as he got. That's what was missing in most men today. They were out to get their own jollies off, not caring about their partner's.
There was a knock at the door.
Seriously? At one in the morning?
"Who the fuck goes there at one o'clock in the motherfucking morning?" If her greeting was less than civilized, she blamed it on lack of sleep and the fact that no sane person would be knocking on her door at this insane hour and not deserve to know exactly what they faced.
She jerked open the door, ready to give whoever it was a piece of her mind...
And Vic stood there, flowers in hand, her lacy thong woven intricately among the long-stemmed roses. Instead of intimidation or a look that said he was unsure of exactly how to proceed, a wide grin full of mirth split his face.
"Good morning, Angelica."
If she hadn't been so thoroughly pleased to see him, she'd have slapped his handsome face. Still, a girl couldn't give in so easily.
"It's been two fucking months. No call. No card. No word at the office you're looking for me. And now you show up on my doorstep at this ungodly hour expecting to spend some quality time between my thighs? How the fuck did you get this address anyway?"
"I'm a star athlete," he said, smirking more than a little. "I asked your boss. In exchange for the interview you never provided them, he gave me your address." There was no repentance on his face or in his voice. He used his fame and notoriety to full advantage and didn't care what she thought about it. “And I didn’t call because we were in the middle of the playoffs. Coach would have had my ass if I’d been distracted by a woman before the Super Bowl.
"Oh, piss off!" No matter how much she wanted a repeat performance, she had to at least pretend to be angry. If nothing else it might make him work that much harder to please her. She tried to slam the door in his face, but he shouldered his way in, chuckling all the way.
Vic sat the flowers on a nearby table before sweeping her into his arms and kissing her soundly. As a token, just to make him think that maybe she wasn't all needy and shit, Angelica struggled, pushing at his chest.
"Now wait just a goddamned minute." She kept struggling until he let her go. Stumbling a couple steps back, Angelica straightened her robe and smoothed her hair before looking at him. If the grin on his face was any indication, he didn't give a damn if she protested or not. "Just because I fucked you silly once doesn't mean I'll do it again."
"I'm willing to bet I can persuade you." Yup. The man was on a mission and damned if that didn't make her panties wet.
"I could have a man in my bed, waiting on me to come back."
He shrugged. "Bring it on. I can swing both ways if it means I get another piece of you. Besides, what kind of man lets his woman answer the door at one in the morning by herself?"
Okay. He had a point there. Angelica scowled at him.
"Bastard," she muttered before throwing herself back into his arms.
His arms tightened around her eagerly. He was as happy to be here as she was to have him. Then he was kissing her, removing the robe and circling her torso with his arms. Picking her up again, he carried her to the nearby couch. The cat sat primly in the middle, tail curled around her paws, but Vic merely hissed at the animal and swiped at her with his hand. She hissed back but quickly darted off the couch to crouch under the chair, still hissing and spitting.
Angelica laughed. "That wasn't smart, Vic. Windy can be a bitch if she doesn't like you."
"Do I look like I care if the cat is angry with me? It's not her I want to fuck."
"I should certainly hope not." Happiness and a healthy dose of lust filled Angelica. There was no way to keep the smile from her face as she welcomed Vic into her arms. He hastily removed his clothing and rolled a condom over his thick cock so that nothing was between them but cool air and one thin piece of latex.
Then Vic's body was blanketing hers. Angelica spread her legs to accommodate him, welcoming him. Without further preamble, Vic slid inside her. Angelica cried out, clinging to him, her nails digging furrows in his shoulders. God, he felt good! His cock filled her, stretched her so that she burned. Those big muscles played under his skin as he moved, sending a thrill straight through to her cunt.
Vic's mouth found hers, kissing thoroughly, his tongue twining with hers in an erotic tango. Had her sex not burned slightly with his invasion, she'd have sworn it was all a dream, but she didn't own a dildo big enough to make her burn that good. Vic was real. In her home. Fucking her senseless. And it felt so fucking good she wanted to scream.
She did scream. Over and over again as she climaxed. His movements were just as frantic as hers, their bodies coming together with almost violent passion. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Angelica knew she needed to keep it down. The neighbors were likely to call the cops if she wasn't careful. But who the fuck cared? She was having mind-blowing sex. Anyone who couldn't understand that could just deal with the screaming and go to hell for all she cared.
His grunts getting louder with every thrust of his powerful hips against hers, Vic soon let loose a cry of his own. Head thrown back, teeth bared, he came deep inside her, the condom catching his load.
For several moments, neither of them moved; their bodies seemed to have seized with their orgasms and were left frozen. Breaths came in ragged gasps. Neither of them could do anything other than look at one another, trying to catch their breath.
Vic stood then. "Where's the bedroom?"
Angelica pointed down the hall. He carried her swiftly to the bed, laying her down gently before stepping into the adjoining bathroom and ridding himself of the used condom. When he returned, he washed between her legs before urging her underneath the plush comforter. He pulled the covers around them both, settling her head in the crook of his arm before spooning his body against hers, his groin pleasantly mashed against the curve of her ass.
"Give me a minute and I'll do that right," he rumbled in her ear.
"I think you did it pretty well that time." Angelica smiled, chuckling a little. She was too exhausted from lack of sleep and complete and utter sexual fulfillment to do much else.
"Just imagine what I can do in a bed with all the time in the world."
"I think I'm in trouble," she groaned, snuggling tighter against him. The last thing she did before she drifted off to sleep was sigh contentedly. The last thought she had was that she might be in trouble, but it would be well worth it.
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