Angel Series Books #1-2.5

by Tracy Lorraine

  His hands come to my arse and I wrap my legs around his waist when he lifts me. He walks us back towards the bed and drops me on to it before following, so he is on top of me. My hands go to hold on to his biceps as he fits himself between my legs and continues kissing me. His hands roam all over my body, slowly making me lose my mind. I feel him start grinding his hips and it makes his dick rub against my core.

  “Oh, God,” I moan when he presses harder, causing the sensation to be even more intense.

  He suddenly sits up on his heels and looks down at me. I resist the urge to cover myself up this time, and instead put my hands on his thighs. His eyes almost pop out of their sockets as she watches my boobs squish together between my arms.

  After making sure he’s given my boobs enough attention, he starts to move down the bed away from me and I panic.

  “Where are you going?” I ask, sitting up so I’m resting back on my elbows.

  His answer is to smile and wink at me before he grabs on to the sides of my shorts and slowly begins to slide them down my legs. Heat rushes towards both my cheeks and between my legs, knowing I’m lying here completely bare for him. I watch him lay down on his front with his face right between my legs. He grabs my ankles and pushes them farther apart so he has enough space. My face burns with embarrassment as he continues to stare at me, there.

  I’m suddenly really nervous. I hold my breath as he moves his head forward, but the minute his tongue makes contact, all the air comes whooshing out of me in a rush and I fall back on the bed.

  “Ruben,” I pant as he ups the pressure on my clit. Fuck, I never imagined it would feel like this. Not that I really had any clue what it would feel like.

  It’s not long before I feel that same feeling I felt in his bedroom in my lower belly, and all my muscles tighten up. I feel his finger at my entrance, and the moment he gently presses it in, my body explodes. Everything goes blank for a couple of seconds and all I can focus on are the fireworks shooting around my body. I swear even the muscles in my toes are twitching.

  When I feel like I belong in my own body again and open my eyes, Ruben is back sat between my thighs, looking down on me with a smirk on his face.

  “You taste like heaven. I knew you would,” he says, before bending over me and kissing the life out of me. If my knees weren’t already weak they would be after that kiss. I’m not sure about kissing him after what he’s just done, but after a second I realise it’s hot as hell and lose myself in him.

  He eventually sits back and I see him grab a little square wrapper from the end of the bed. God knows when he got that out. He keeps eye contact with me while he rips it open. I have to pull my eyes away from his, though, when he starts to roll it on. I’m just too intrigued not to watch.

  Once he’s got it on, he lines himself up, then bends forward and frames my face in his hands.

  “This is nothing like I’ve been imagining for the last few weeks. It’s so much better. You’re incredible, Emma.” He presses forward and I suck in a huge breath at the invasion. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he comments with a smile.

  He moves again, and all my muscles tense at the sensation and pain. He sits back a little, and I can feel him looking down at me, even though my eyes are shut.

  “Em?”

  I turn my head away from him as I feel the mortification of the situation burn my face red. He soon reaches out and cups my cheek so he can move my face back. “Look at me,” he says softly.

  I pull my eyes open and stare into his dark yet golden ones. I will him not to say what I know is coming. I could live without ever having the conversation and admitting my naivety.

  “Em, is there something I should know before we go any further?” I don’t respond. I just look at him, begging for him not to ask. “Emma, you’ve done this before, right?” Again, I don’t move. All the things I should be saying right now are running around my head, but nothing comes out.

  “Fuck, you’re a virgin,” he whispers, but shocks the hell out of me when a smile splits his face. I was sure he was going to be pissed. He leans forward again and kisses me passionately. “You. Are. Perfect,” he says between kisses.

  “Really, you’re not annoyed?”

  “Why would I be annoyed? I wish I knew so I could’ve been more gentle.” I just smile at him while my heart does a little somersault in my chest. “You ready?”

  “Yeah,” I say, while nodding.

  He does as he says he will, and is so gentle with me. Yes, it hurts, but that soon disappears and it feels amazing. He kisses me the whole time and tells me know beautiful I am. My heart feels like it is going to burst any minute with how he’s making me feel.

  “Oh God, Ruben,” I moan when he hits a part of me that has me panting. “Oh, God.”

  “I want to feel you come on my cock, Emma,” he says, while kissing my neck. I never thought I’d like dirty talk, but I was wrong. Just hearing those words has me closer to exploding.

  Ruben pumps his hips in and out of me a few more times, hitting the same spot, before I see stars as my body flinches around him.

  Just as I’m coming back to earth, he groans into my neck before I feel his dick twitching inside me. The noise he makes is so erotic that it almost pushes me over the edge again.

  Ruben

  Once I come back to myself, I roll us both over to our sides and pull Emma as close to me as I possibly can while we catch our breaths. My heart is pounding and every muscle in my body is twitching and enjoying the release. It was a long time coming, and it completely consumed me.

  I can’t wipe the stupid smile off my face, no matter how much I try. It’s a good job Emma is tucked against me and can’t see, because I’m sure she’d think I’d lost the plot. That was so much more than I was expecting. God, I sound like a right pussy. I knew Emma was naïve from my experiences with her before, but never in a million years did I think she would be a virgin. I’m the only man she has ever been with, and that makes me feel like a fucking king. She must have had plenty of offers over the years. I mean, she is sexy as hell with her curves; how has she refused all the others? And why did she decide I was the one after all these years?

  I do wish she had told me at the beginning so I could have taken it slower. I hate the thought of hurting her. She looked so embarrassed when I asked her; I don’t think she was expecting me to be over the fucking moon about the news. She’s mine, this girl, and I fully intend for her to only ever have me inside her body. She was made for me. Lying here like this, it’s obvious that we fit perfectly together.

  I think back over the last few minutes and can’t help but get excited about the prospect of all the new things, new pleasures, I can introduce her to. The thought makes my body tingle with apprehension and my dick to twitch back to life.

  When I feel her start to pull away, I’m surprised by the disappointment I feel. This cuddling after sex thing is a new experience for me. They’d usually be well on their way, if not already gone by this point.

  She pulls back enough so she can look at me through her thick, dark lashes. Fuck me, she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen with her bright blue eyes, still flushed cheeks and messed up hair.

  “Was that…okay?” she asks nervously.

  My face splits into a sit eating grin. Is she fucking shitting me? Was that okay? Does she really need to ask?

  “That was way more that okay, babe. That was fucking incredible.” I lean forward and place a sweet kiss on her lips. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  “A little, but then I forgot about that and it was…wow.”

  “I can work with wow!”

  “Where did you go this morning? I thought you’d left.”

  “Just for a run. I needed to burn off some steam. I also had to stop in at the office to organise not being there today.” She looks really guilty all of a sudden. “Don’t give me that look. I want to spend the day with you; work’s not a problem.” Truth is, I had to swing by my new place because our couple of pla
sterers are quiet this week so they are in there getting all my walls ready. I don’t want to tell her this yet, though, because I want to take her there when it’s done to surprise her.

  She still doesn’t look convinced. “Come on - let’s get showered, then I’m taking you out for lunch. We still need to celebrate your birthday properly. And if you’re up for it, Connie said she would like to cook a meal for you later. Nothing big or extravagant, just a meal for the four of us.”

  I watch her think about it for a bit before she agrees. I can see that she is still struggling with yesterday. I can see the shadows in her eyes, but I’m proud that she’s fighting it. I will not let her have another day like yesterday. She needs to be surrounded by people who love her, not left alone to wallow.

  “You go first then,” she says as she rolls away from me and sits on the edge of the bed.

  I get up and walk around to her. Her first instinct is to try to cover her body.

  “Stop it,” I growl while pulling her hands away from her tits. “Do not hide this body from me, Emma. It’s perfect and I want to look at it every chance I get.” I watch her blush creep up her neck and onto her cheeks.

  “Now, when I said let’s get showered, I didn’t mean separately. Come on.” I grab her hands and pull her along behind me.

  Once the water is hot, I give her one last tug so she’s in the cubicle with me. It’s not the biggest of showers, so it’s a bit of a squeeze, but I don’t mind being in a confined space with a wet Emma!

  She’s nervous and self-conscious to start with, but she soon relaxes.

  “Turn around,” I demand, once I have finished washing her hair.

  She does as she’s told, and I stand her out of the water before grabbing the bottle of coconut shower gel. I now know where her unique scent comes from, because her shampoo was raspberry. I pour a load on my hands and begin running them over her skin. The moment I make contact, I see her nipples pebble and her mouth drops open when her eyes shut. I run my hands over every inch of her body, but making sure I spend extra time on her tits and arse when I get there. I fucking love the feel of her curves and soft skin under my hands. Her breath catches when my fingers find the sensitive skin of her pussy. I tease her by gently running my fingers everywhere but where she will want them the most. Her breathing soon picks up speed, and I watch her chest rise and fall at a rapid pace as the bubbles slowly slide off her smooth skin.

  I’ve been hard since before we got off the bed, but it’s almost painful now. My dick is begging to be back inside her again. I can’t push her, though. I want her to be able to walk – well, today at least. That could well be my mission in the near future when I know it isn’t going to hurt her.

  Her back and head thud back against the tiled wall when my fingers graze her clit. When I look up, her gorgeous blue hunger-filled eyes are staring back at me. I step closer into her before lifting her right leg up and around my hip. I continue to circle her clit with the pad of my finger and it’s not long before she loses the fight and closes her eyes so she can absorb the sensation. I carefully slide a finger inside her while keeping the pressure on her clit with my thumb. I feel her whole body start to quiver and soft purrs start falling from her the closer she gets.

  “Come on, babe, let go. Let me hear you. I want to hear how good it feels when you come over my fingers.”

  Just like last time, my words send her over the edge. She’s not as loud as I would like, but she comes with my name falling from her lips. I might be selfish, but I want her screaming my name over and over, so anyone who might be able to hear knows damn well that this woman is mine, and mine only.

  When she’s finished pulsing around my finger, I switch places to wash the bubbles off her skin, but not before leaning in and capturing her lips in a wet and dirty kiss.

  Much to my delight, I watch as Emma grabs the shower gel and goes to do the same to me. My dick twitching at the thought of her running her hands all over me catches my eye as she puts the bottle back on the shelf. I can only hope she’ll give it a little extra attention as my balls are already drawn up, ready for another release. It’ll make smelling like coconut for the rest of the day worth it!

  She keeps to safe territory for a long time, just focusing on my shoulders, chest and stomach, and as good as it feels, I need more. I lean into her and whisper, “You can touch everywhere. Trust me, it’ll only feel good,” in her ear.

  I once again watch the blush creep up on to her cheeks, and I can’t help but think the comment I made earlier about her never seeing a naked man before is true.

  She gets a little more adventurous, but nowhere near what I’m after. I give her a couple more seconds before grabbing her wrist and bringing her hand up to my lips. I place a kiss to her knuckles, then her palm, before placing it on my chest and slowly guiding it downwards. I watch her watch our hands descend my body with a look of apprehension. Her eyes still hold the same heat they did earlier, so I have no worries that I’m doing something she doesn’t want to. We’ve just moved over my bellybutton when she sucks her bottom lip in and holds it tightly with her teeth.

  “Fuck, Em, you have no idea how much you turn me on,” I suck in a breath after the last word, because I feel her small, soft hand touch my dick. I guide her to hold on to me and slowly move her hand up and down to guide her. Emma is tiny but I never really realised how small, until seeing her hand wrapped around my dick. She’s told me before that she hates being the black sheep in her tall, slender family, but I’d have to argue, because to me, her body is perfect. I love being able to completely engulf and surround her in every way. Well, apart from in this moment, when I feel that is exactly what she is doing to me.

  I remove my hand and let her continue on her own. Her movement stills for a second, but she soon continues.

  “Fuck, that feels so good,” I groan when she tightens her hold slightly. “That’s it, keep going.”

  “I want to make you feel good like you do me,” she whispers so quietly I almost think I imagine it.

  “You’re doing that and more, babe. You don’t need to worry about it not feeling good.”

  I lean back against the tiles and continue to watch as she gets more and more confident with her movements. Suddenly, she moves, and I have to blink a couple of times to make sure I’m seeing things right. There, on her knees in the shower, with water pouring over her body, is Emma with her hand still wrapped around my cock. She is staring at it like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

  “Can…” she whispers, then shakes her head. “I just… I want to…” She sucks her lip back into her mouth and I can’t help but groan.

  “As long as it doesn’t involve your teeth, you can do whatever you want, babe,” I say, while watching her study me.

  I watch with amusement as she looks between my eyes and my dick like she’s trying to make some big decision. Eventually, she lets out a big breath and I hold mine as she leans forward. Her tongue sneaks out a little and my cock jumps at the tiny amount of contact. My response must spur her on, because after another look up at me she leans forward again but sticks her tongue right out this time and properly licks the head while continuing to stroke me with her hand. My head falls back against the tiles with a loud thud, but I don’t feel anything that isn’t south of my waist. I have no blood left anywhere else.

  I have to force my head to move so I can look at her when I feel her lips wrap around me. The sight of her there with my cock in her mouth is pure heaven, the most fucking erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

  Embarrassingly, it only takes her a few minutes of sucking me like a fucking pro before I’m coming.

  “Em, I’m gonna…” I can’t finish the sentence, because a loud groan makes its way up my throat as my cock twitches and I spray my load all over her tits. “Holy fucking shit.” I lean down and rub my cum in to her tits and around her nipples. If I could, I’d write my fucking name with it to mark her as mine forever.

  I pull her up from the
floor and immediately pull her into my body, her soft, sexy curves against my hardness. “How are you fucking real?” I whisper against her lips, before crashing them down on hers.

  We quickly wash the remnants of my orgasm off us as the water starts to go cold. I sadly wrap her in a towel before grabbing another for myself. I leave her in the bathroom faffing around, while announcing that I’ll be choosing what she’s going to be wearing today.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Emma

  “I’m choosing what you’re wearing today,” Ruben announces as he leaves the bathroom. I watch his back as he leaves, committing the image of his broad shoulders and slim waist with water droplets running down them to memory. Shame he’s covered his arse and solid thighs with the towel. I shake the thoughts out of my head when he disappears from my view. What the hell is a man like him doing with me? I wonder for the hundredth time in the last couple of hours.

  Ruben has managed to do something that I never thought would be possible. He’s made me feel like I might actually be desirable and sexy, and confident. It’s a weird feeling to have after a lifetime of feeling like a short, fat, brunette version of the rest of my family. But the things he says and the way he handles my body leave no doubt that he means every single thing. He treats me like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him, while telling me things I think I’ve been yearning to hear for years. It wouldn’t have been right, hearing them from anyone else but him, though. Oh, and his dirty mouth - never would I have thought that I would love hearing those kinds of words, but good God they do things to me I never would have imagined.

  For someone who never wanted a man, let alone all the sex stuff that went along with it, I’m suddenly very, very interested in what is to come. I could seriously do with some more of that, thank you very much. I lift my fingertips up to touch my lips, remembering how it felt with him in my mouth, how soft yet hard he was, how he tasted. If you’d asked me before if I would willingly do that, then I would have pulled a face and said one million per cent no. But there, in that moment in the shower, all I could think about was tasting him and making him feel as good as he’d made me feel.