Angel’s Forecast
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“Should I stop?” she asked innocently, her mouth still surrounding him. Her words vibrated through him and he shuddered.
She released him to trail a series of gentle, nibbling kisses up and down his shaft as she considered her options. Many of her fantasies involved following this particular act through to completion, yet the need to feel him deep inside her body was overwhelming.
He’d held her, cuddled her, slept with her, but they’d remained relatively chaste since that first time.
Deke's hand was in her hair, and she turned her face to look up at him. Their eyes met. Not breaking eye contact, she slowly licked her lips, then lapped at his burning cock once again, circling her tongue rapidly before taking him deeply into her mouth.
He groaned loudly, his eyes rolling back in his head. The sight of his obvious enjoyment inspired a new rush of dampness between her thighs and her decision was made.
Rising swiftly to straddle him, she held herself above him and wrapped her hand around his length, trying to summon enough self control to torment him for a moment.
Slowly, she sank down to take him fully, groaning at the intensity of her pleasure.
“Ange, Bébé...”
Leaning forward a bit, she smiled down at him and ran a teasing finger over his chest. She watched his face, waiting for him to open his eyes again, and when he did, she began to slowly rotate her hips.
He moaned her name again, his breath ragged. He reached again for one of her breasts and she pressed into his touch. She deliberately clenched her inner muscles, tightening around him, and felt him throb in response. She did it again, and leaned forward to swallow his moan in a deep kiss.
This time she was in control. She rose slowly, until she held only the tip of his erection within her, and then slowly took him in once again. Her hand reached back to fondle his balls.
She rose and fell slowly over him, her thighs trembling with the unaccustomed exertion. They were both moaning almost continuously now, and he began to meet her thrusts as her pace quickened.
Suddenly they were both moving frantically together, calling each other's names with whatever breath they managed to take. She flung her head back as her entire body convulsed, and she felt the warmth within her as he followed her into oblivion.
They collapsed together, unable to move, barely able to draw breath. For many minutes they lay still, allowing their bodies to recover.
“You are a talented woman, Bébé.” He stroked the hair away from her face. “That was amazing. You are amazing.”
“You inspire me.” She roused herself enough to kiss the hot skin beneath her cheek. “I can't put it into words, how you affect me.”
He chuckled softly. “You don't need to. I understand, Ange, and I love you, too.”
Would those words always amaze her? She stretched to kiss him once again.
“Thank you, Deke,” Angel murmured, unsure how to tell him all the many things that was flitting through her mind.
“Mais, you’re always welcome, and I’m thanking you, too, mon Ange.” He was silent for a moment. “Ange?” he shifted her around so that he could see her face.
“Yes, Dekon?” she answered, fully alert by the serious tone.
“A lot of stuff happened, right in a row. You sure you’re all right?” When she would have answered, he went on. “Those men coming into the house, breaking everything up, attacking you, that man escaping into the swamp…all that and my health to fret about. I can’t help but be worried…” he let the sentence trail off.
Angel sighed. She didn’t blame him for his concern. “I won’t lie, Dekon,” she looked him in the eyes, wanting to convince him. “All of that was frightening, life changing. It was terrible. But you’re healing, most of those men are locked up, and we’ve taken steps to secure our part of the bayou. Besides, they never found that guy, and they looked really hard.”
“I jus’ want you to be safe and happy, Béb, that’s all.” Deke sighed, settling back against the pillows. “I jus’ want us to have a good life together.”
“Me, too, Dekon. Me, too.”
Snuggling back against him, she felt herself begin to doze.
“When we get home, Ange,” she felt and heard him rumble, “We’ll get your Pomeranian puppy dog named Sheba. We don’t want Newt gettin’ lonely, now do we?”
Before she could even consider an answer, he was asleep.
Angel knew it would be awhile for her.
About the Author
Jersey Shore resident, J.J. Massa sits with her writing partner and yellow lab, Cosmo, at her side at all the times for plot twists and character advice. There are some visiting cats, aquatic turtles, and an assortment of hermit crabs just to keep things interesting. There's never a dull moment in the Massa household. Maybe that's why there's never a dull moment in J.J. Massa's books...
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