Merciful Angel

by Lacey Thorn

  She turned back to Angel and caught her breath at the sheer beauty of the man. He stood before her in nothing but his zipped jeans, the rest of his clothes still discarded on the chair in the front room. He still wore his boots and his gun was back in his hand so he must have grabbed it from the chair when she had led the way to the bathroom. Even as she stared, he reached over the top of the shower and placed his gun on the top edge of the cubicle in easy reach.

  “Really think you need that weapon in here?” she asked him softly.

  Angel gave her a smoldering look and tugged her body flush against him before answering. “I’ve got a different weapon in mind to use on you,” he told her.

  Cara tugged away from him and sat gingerly on the closed lid of the toilet, placing her face at the exact level of his bulging Levis. “Do you remember what you told me earlier, detective? About what you had planned for me?”

  Angel’s eyes narrowed as he watched her lick her lush lips again while she kept her eyes glued to his straining erection. “Yeah, I remember,” he replied softly, his eyes darkening with passion.

  “Do you still want me to lick you clean? To suck you dry?” she licked her lips again, wanting just that, dying for the taste of him, of her on him. She darted a look up into his eyes. “Do you, detective?”

  Angel could tell that she wanted him. He could easily read the desire in her eyes. She wanted him to tell her to clean him with her tongue, to suck him, and he was more than willing to give her what she wanted. “Yeah, honey,” he said. “I want you to use your teeth to ease my zipper down.” She leaned forward and rubbed her check against his straining flesh before grasping his zipper gently between her teeth and tugging it gently down.

  “Slow and easy, honey,” Angel encouraged her, “slow and easy.”

  Finally the zipper was completely opened and, with a nudge on the material, his cock sprang out, full and heavy. Angel used his hands to shove the material wider, freeing his cock and balls from the denim. He groaned deep in his throat when she nuzzled him again. “I want you to use your tongue on me, honey. Is that what you want to do?”

  Cara smiled up at him before easing her face back so that his cock pulsed mere inches from her mouth. She blew softly on the head, her warm breath exciting him. She looked up at him and ran her tongue all along her lips until they gleamed wet with the saliva she used to moisten them. His eyes darkened and his cock pulsed, the tiny slit in the top filling with a drop of his cum.

  Her smile was wicked and he knew that he had released a demon. She flicked her tongue out and touched nothing but the drop of fluid, tasting it with her tongue and then running back along her lips so that she could savor it. Her gaze never left his, drawing him into the pleasure she was feeling and giving. She moaned and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling at his essence.

  “You taste so good,” she told him and darted her tongue back out to slip along the opening again. “I want more.”

  She moved her tongue away and the next thing he knew he felt soft laps on his balls. Her tongue was wet and hot and the moans she issued from her throat with each taste notched the excitement level higher. When his balls felt like they were going to burst she moved up to the base of his shaft. She opened her mouth and sucked the tight skin into her mouth, flicking her tongue out to taste him. She moved higher, sliding her tongue all around his girth so that no spot was left untouched by the roaming wonder of her tongue. Finally all that was left was the purpled, plum-shaped head and Angel was dying to feel the glide of her tongue on him there.

  Cara pulled back though. She looked up into his eyes again and brought her palm up to her mouth and bathed it in her saliva before wrapping it as far around him as she could and moving up and down his long length, squeezing her hand tighter when she reached the taunt flesh just below the head. Her tongue flicked out and she caught more of his pre-cum, drawing it into her mouth and never looking away from him. He could see her pleasure, see that she wanted more, expected something from him and finally it dawned on him what she was waiting for. Cara wanted him to tell her what to do. This beautiful goddess was waiting for him to demand that she suck him into the tight wet heat of her mouth.

  “No more teasing,” he groaned and cupped her head in his palms. Her eyes flared with excitement and he knew that this was what she wanted. He gently guided her head forward so that his cock tapped against her now closed lips. “Open wide, honey,” he demanded, trying to exude the roughness she seemed to crave into his voice. “Open wide and suck my cock.”

  With a moan of intense need, Cara opened wide and took the head into her mouth, sucking hard at it and making him groan with pleasure. She wanted more, needed more. He was so big, so long that she couldn’t take all of him the way she wanted to. Instead she kept one hand wrapped around his shaft and used the other to cradle the tight sac of his balls. She started a rhythm, moving her mouth up and down, taking more and more of his shaft into her mouth and using her hand to stimulate what she couldn’t. She felt the swollen head at her throat and relaxed as best she could before pushing it deeper into the back of her throat. His harsh groan was all the signal she required to know that he was enjoying everything that she was doing. She swallowed several times with him in her throat, the harsh contractions squeezing and milking him before she eased off him and licked all along the large head. She took him into her throat again and swallowed then used the fierce suction of her mouth on his shaft and gently squeezing his balls.

  Angel came with a harsh cry. She felt him trying to pull out of her mouth, willing to spare her so intimate an act, but she wanted it, every drop of it. She sucked greedily on him, swallowing the hot jets of cum that pulsed from his slit into her mouth and down her throat. She moaned, the sound vibrating along his shaft and causing another thick stream of seed to erupt. She pulled her mouth back until just the head was still inside and stroked her tongue over him, greedy for any drops she might have missed.

  “Enough,” Angel cried, pulling his cock from her mouth with a loud pop as she suckled on him. “Enough, honey.”

  He looked down at her with wonder in his eyes and a small flutter of something else somewhere close to his heart. Her mouth was red and swollen from her ministrations and her checks were flushed with the pleasure she felt. Her eyes were dark with passion and it stunned him to see just how turned on she was by the act of giving him the best blowjob he had ever had in his life. He could smell the sweet fragrance of her arousal and his mouth grew moist with a need he had never really experienced before. Oh, Angel had eaten pussy before and the women had always found pleasure in the act. But it had always been given more out of obligation than a desire of his. This time was different. This woman was different. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring but he did know that before another moment passed he needed to taste her on his tongue, to feel the pulse of her channel as he thrust it inside her.

  “Your turn, honey,” he murmured as he lifted her from her perch and settled her on the edge of the counter, dropping to his knees so that his mouth was level with the soft pink folds of her glistening sex. “Or should I say my turn,” he moaned.

  Angel leaned forward and took a shuddering breath, filling his lungs with the hot, spicy scent of her arousal. With a gentle lap he ran his tongue along the inner folds of her labia, tasting the musky dew that shimmered there. Up and over the hood of her clit he ran his tongue, exploring every contour of her sex. Cara was making small husky moans as if she were afraid if she yelled too loudly he would stop and leave her wanting. Angel had no desire to stop. His only desire was to get a richer, fuller, deeper taste of the woman spread like a sensual buffet before him.

  He moved his hands from where he had them wrapped around her knees, no longer feeling a need to keep her open wide. No, she would do that for him now. He moved his hands slowly up her inner thighs, caressing her with his fingertips and palms until he reached the swollen folds of her pussy. With two big fingers he rimmed the opening of her cunt, teasing her with just
the intent of penetration. He kept his tongue busy slicking all along the inner folds, over and around her clit but never quite brushing it.

  Cara was on fire. No man had ever made her burn like this before. No man had ever worshipped her with his mouth, tongue, teeth and fingers. It was everything she had ever dreamed of and more than she could have ever imagined. She cried out, the sound echoing in the steamy bathroom, when Angel stopped licking and blew a hot stream of air directly on her clit.

  The lusty moan that issued from Cara’s lips released Angel from the spell he found himself under. With a moan of his own, he leaned forward and took her pulsing clit between his teeth and sucked greedily on it. Her cry pierced the air again and he plunged two fingers deep inside her convulsing channel. She was coming, coating his fingers with her creamy juices. He sucked and tugged at her clit and continued fucking her with his fingers while she broke into continuing waves of orgasm.

  “Yes,” Cara panted, “God, yes! Oh, God, yes!”

  Angel released her clit and fingers only to curl his tongue and thrust it inside her pussy, demanding more. He slipped his juice-coated fingers back to her anus and lubed her small pink pucker then pushed one thick digit inside until he was buried to the first knuckle. Cara’s sheath pulsed and squeezed around his tongue as she came again, coating his tongue, lips and face with the sweet evidence of her pleasure.

  Angel eased his mouth away from her, placing soft kisses and small licks as she fought to control her breathing and return to earth. “Before this night is over,” Angel murmured, moving his finger gently in her ass, “I’ll take you here, too.” He looked up and locked eyes with her letting her see clearly the truth of his claim, the surety of his intent to bury his cock in the tight hot depths of her snug little ass. “Does that excite you Cara?”

  “Yes,” she breathed, wanting nothing more at that moment than to feel him there, stretching and burning the tissues that his finger stroked. “Yes, I want that.”

  His smile was pure masculine carnality. He eased his finger out of her and helped her back to her feet before dipping his face down and kissing her thoroughly, his tongue invading and sharing her taste with her. She had never tasted herself and she enjoyed the mixture of her essence on his tongue while she could still taste him on hers. It was a heady aphrodisiac and she wanted to bottle it so that she could enjoy it whenever she wanted when she was alone once again.

  “I hope the water is still hot,” he whispered in her ear.

  “I’ll keep you warm,” she promised quietly before taking his hand and leading him to the beveled glass doors already white with steam. They stepped inside and under the spray of the warm shower. She reached for the big blue loofah and the shea body wash, squirting a large dollop and working it in to the loofah before turning to the big man behind her. “May I?” she asked, holding the loofah out so he understood her question.

  Angel braced his arms wide, one on the shower door and the other on the shower wall, placing his body in position for her. “Be my guest, honey,” he agreed.

  Cara started on his chest sprinkled with black hair that spread across it and ran in a straight line down his belly to his thick cock. She used the loofah with one hand and used her other hand to massage his flesh, running her fingers through the hair and teasing him with the brush of her nails. He was Michelangelo’s David come to life in her shower. She found his pebbled nipples and scraped them delicately with her nails, reveling in the sound of his harsh breath and the clenching of his muscles. His body was hers to explore and learn and she planned to enjoy every moment of it.

  She finished with his chest and, instead of moving down to his belly, moved to his arms and the soft tufts of hair that grew underneath. His muscles bulged with the way he braced himself in the shower, revealing powerful shoulders and bulging biceps. She ran the loofah slowly over every inch, soaping his taut skin with one hand then trailing her fingers of the other after it teasingly. When both arms were thoroughly washed she moved down to his washboard stomach and the dark sprinkle of hair that awaited her there.

  Not content to view such perfection from so far away, Cara dropped to her knees before him, placing her lips just at the growing bulge of his awakening cock. She smiled up into his eyes as she ran the loofah over his stomach and sides then down onto the hard contours of his thighs and hips. She let her breath fan out over his burgeoning erection and enjoyed the flair of desire that shot into his eyes. He wanted her again.

  She ran the loofah down over his legs and to his feet only glancing away from his eyes when she had to. They both knew that it was a dangerous game she was playing and they both knew what it would lead to. Cara was counting on the promise she read in his eyes, a promise to take, to ravage, to plunder. She was anticipating it more than he could possibly know.

  “Turn around for me,” she ordered Angel huskily.

  He turned slowly, keeping eye contact until the last possible moment. He was just as glorious from the back as he was from the front. Taut buttocks, wide shoulders, muscular back that tapered into a trim waist. God the man was pure Adonis and for now, for this one moment in time, he was hers. She coasted the loofah up his calves and the backs of his thighs, skimmed over his buttocks and, standing, went to work on the perfection of his back.

  This time she made sure to lean in close enough that her nipples rubbed softly against his back leaving trails in the soap she coated his flesh with. She could see the muscles in his arms straining as he fought to let her continue her play. She squatted down so that she could see the firm globes of his buttocks. She lovingly ran the loofah over them, her other hand rubbing in small circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves just at the base of his spine and before she could stop herself she leaned in and gave him a nip with her teeth.

  “Son of a bitch,” Angel muttered, turning swiftly without thinking of where she was. His cock smacked softly against her cheek and they both drew a sharp breath at the contact.

  “I’d be happy to wash this for you,” Cara murmured squeezing the soap out of the loofah into her hands and taking him between her now soapy palms. Slowly, she glided her hands up and down his length swirling them around and around to ensure no part was left untouched. When she reached the purpled crown she gently glided her thumb up and over, swiping the drops of pre-cum away before stroking back down and playing with his balls. She was only trying to clean them, of course.

  Angel’s head was thrown back in ecstasy. Where had this goddess been all of his life? When had she moved across the hall from him? He could only pray that she wasn’t viewing him as a one night stand because he planned on enjoying her for a good long while. He cried out and jerked back when her curious fingers stroked back along the taut skin beneath his balls and glanced across his anus.

  Reaching down, he jerked her up and against his chest. Her full breasts felt glorious against him and the feel of her soft belly nuzzling his erection was pure bliss. Angel took her mouth in a hungry kiss, delving deep into the recesses with his tongue, invading and conquering. When he finally released her they were both breathless with want, with need, with anticipation.

  “My turn now, honey,” Angel told her and gently took the loofah and squirted a small amount of soap on it. “Now turn around and let me take care of this gorgeous body.”

  Cara smiled softly up at him before turning and bracing her arms in a perfect replica of his previous stance. “I’m all yours, Angel” she glanced back over her shoulder at him before adding, “I’m at your mercy.” Her wicked smile assured him that she knew he would show her none.

  Cara closed her eyes as she felt him run the loofah softly over her shoulders and down her arm to her wrist. He lifted her hand and washed each finger separately, sparing no minute detail in his attentiveness. He was slow and thorough and every stroke along her skin fanned the flames of her desire higher and higher. She could feel the sheen of arousal coating her thighs, the swell of her pussy as she fought against the desire to rub her legs together.

  Wh
en he had finished with both arms and hands, Angel ran the loofah slowly down her spine, stopping only when he reached the twin dimples that graced the small of her back. Up and down he went, swirling the loofah in widening circles with each journey along her supple skin. He could see the quiver in her arms, the twitching of her thighs and he knew she was fighting her body’s insistent need for more. His grin was feral as he knelt behind her and ran the soap all around the backs of her thighs and calves, placing his mouth so that his hot breath would fan across the bottom of her rounded cheeks. She was all lush perfection. Pink and exquisite. He could smell the rich musk of her hunger and his cock bobbed in agreement.

  Instead of having her turn around, he ran the loofah between her legs and pulled her back against him so that his head rested against her hip and his hands had free range over her. He leisurely soaped the front of her legs, starting at the top of her foot and working his way inch by mesmerizing inch up to her thighs. He ran his hand lightly over her sex, a slow, sensual drag of fingers through her downy curls, and moved on to her stomach.

  Cara moaned and tried to arch forward but Angel had shifted behind her so that his chest was firm against her buttocks and one strong arm was holding her tightly back against him. The other hand was torturing her as he caressed her skin with the soapy loofah, creating a burning need deep within her that only he could appease. She wanted him. Now. Here. Hard and fast until they both drowned in pleasure.

  As if he could read her mind Angel stood behind her, the loofah making ever tighter circles around her aching breasts, drawing closer and closer to the aching tips. Cara leaned her head back against him and moaned with need. “Please, Angel,” she cried.