Touching Angel's Desires

by Holly J. Gill

  Angel opened her mouth, allowing him to roll his tongue around hers. She circled her tongue around the tip of his before dipping it into his mouth. He tasted of toothpaste. Dan pressed his hand on the back of her head, kissing her deeply, his other hand around her waist, pinning her to him. Angel thrilled at his control.

  Dan released her, grabbing the bottom of her top, pulling it up and over her head. He tossed it in a corner then locked his lips back on hers. She felt his hands caressing her breasts, kneading them gently, his thumbs brushing her hardened nipples through the lace. He plunged them together, squeezing with an intensity that was almost painful, wonderfully so.

  His mouth pulled away from hers. She closed her eyes, feeling his lips wandering to her cheeks, then nibbling at her ear. Sparks shot down to her lower abdomen—she shuddered with excitement, dropping her head back as he kissed her neck. He ran his lips down the column of her tendons to the hollow of her throat, blowing and kissing alternately, causing delicious tingles on her skin.

  His mouth moved lower. He buried his face in her cleavage, moving from one swell to the other, pushing them together, then flicking his tongue over her nipples through the lace before running his tongue down the valley between them, nibbling with gentle teeth. His hands wandered around to her back, finding the fastening of her bra. She resisted the urge to help him, reminding herself of the point of this exercise, to allow him total control of her. Angel felt the back of the bra peel away. Dan moved his hands to the top of her shoulders, taking hold of the bra straps and pulling the garment down her arms to reveal her naked breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect waiting for his attention.

  The bra went the same way as the top. His hands cupped her breasts, pushing them together. He leaned down, kissing her breasts moving from one nipple to the other, flicking his tongue over them until he sucked in a mouthful of her right breast, flattening his tongue out, licking and sucking until she nearly screamed out as divine sensations flooded her body.

  She felt his tongue flicking over the nipple, then a tingle as he clamped his teeth around her bud, tugging it slightly. Angel’s body jerked, and a moan escaped.

  Dan toyed with her breasts, taking his time worshipping them. He teased and manipulated, gently pressing them together, using his mouth to excite her nipples further.

  He tugged at the zip at the back of her skirt, pulling it down. It dropped around her feet and she stepped out of it, kicking it away. She stood before him in only her thong and her heels. He stood for a moment, his eyes half-closed, just looking at her. Then he took hold of her upper arms, forcing her to walk backward. She stopped when the backs of her knees hit the bed. He pushed her down onto the bed. She sat. He pushed her shoulders more and she dropped down on her back.

  He spread her legs and knelt between them, staring down at her body, with an almost contemplative look on his face. He placed his hands on her belly, spreading his fingers across her skin, his thumbs either side of her belly button. He leaned over and kissed her abdomen, his day’s stubble feeling scratchy on her skin. She didn’t dare complain. Dan’s body arched over hers, kissing a trail upward, owning her completely. He rested his arms either side of her shoulders, grabbing her head in both his hands, kissing her rapaciously, grinding his groin into her thong-clad pussy. His body felt heavy on hers, his clothes uncomfortable against her naked flesh. She wanted to unfasten his shirt, but forced her fingers to lie still. He lifted his body off her, kneeling once more between her thighs, staring down at her with that odd look again. He sat back on his heels and lifted her right thigh up, kissing the tender skin on the inside, moving closer to her eager waiting pussy, which throbbed with hunger. She quivered when he pulled away, skipping her pussy, turning his attention to her other thigh.

  His fingertips brushed the top of her thong. She pulled in a sharp breath, her pussy quivering, ready for attention. Eagerly, she waited. His fingers ran away from each other along the top hemline of the small triangle of fabric, then down the sides. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over her thong, wetting the already damp material, tasting her. She felt the heat from his breath over her delicate flesh. Her body tensed, waiting for the rapture to come. He blew on the damp lace, raising goosebumps and causing a shudder to thrill through her body. His lips pressed lightly against her mound. She bit her tongue on the command which rose in her throat to just rip the damn thing off right now. He was in charge. It was up to him when the thong came off. Hell, this was hard.

  Angel felt his lips against her thong, his breath on her mound. His fingers barely brushed her pussy. Angel thrust her bottom off the bed, jerking to his slightest touch, craving him, needing him badly.

  Her body tensed when she felt his fingers slip beneath the thong, moving over her smooth flesh and dipping into her labia. He touched her pussy entrance, feeling the excitement his attentions had created. Angel was certain she was dripping down there.

  He got hold of her thong and tugged, standing up. Angel lifted her legs together and raised them, allowing him to remove the final barrier between them. She dropped her legs back down either side of his body seeing him staring directly at her naked shaved pussy, spread open to him.

  He knelt back down on the floor. Angel could feel his warm breath on her mound, then his fingers widened her labia and his tongue dipped in.

  “Oh yes!” she moaned, closing her eyes and throwing back her head, revelling in the sensations that shock-waved through her. She gasped for breath, clenching her inner muscles while his tongue glided up and down her pussy, teasing her, torturing her.

  The tip of his tongue touched her clitoris. She gasped and bucked. He held her hips still while he wrapped his lips around her most sensitive spot, sucking gently at first, then a little harder, sending her to oblivion. She squealed, grabbing at his head. He continued, kneading her clitoris with his tongue as he pushed his fingers inside her sodden hole. Angel wailed out, tossing her head from side to side, awash on a sea of bliss. She raised her head from the bed, then dropped it back down. Her nerve endings sparked, overwhelmed with desire.

  He finger-fucked her hard, sucking her clitoris almost painfully. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the crest approaching. “Oh God, Dan!” burst from her lips. She grabbed handfuls of the duvet and screamed as her whole body exploded. Her nerve endings erupted. She lifted her bottom high off the bed, jerking and shaking, needing his cock. At this point she would normally have demanded, but she was enjoying Dan’s control over her far more than she thought she would.

  As her quivering died away, Angel felt Dan’s face leave her pussy. She opened her eyes, seeing him pull his T-shirt over his head. She let her eyes wander over his chest, lean but still muscular, a sprinkling of dark hair between his pecs.

  He removed his shoes and socks, then his jeans and his trunks, his cock rearing up as he released it from its confines. She wondered if she should wriggle up the bed a bit, but no. He was in charge. If he wanted her to move, he would say. She lay back, waiting for him to make his move. He moved closer, his gaze running over her body. He leaned over her, cock in hand, rubbing his cock end against her craving pussy.

  He flicked it up and down, teasing her, rubbing it over her quivering clitoris, then dipping half an inch into her cunt, making her clench with anticipation and catch her breath before pulling out. She almost whined with disappointment, but bit her tongue on her protest. His eyes sparkled with mischief at her reaction. He picked up his jeans and pulled out a condom packet from his back jeans pocket, ripping it open and rolling it on smoothly. He grabbed hold of her buttocks and shoved her up the bed, before climbing on the bed, kneeling over her, repositioning his cock at her pussy, then ramming it in hard, without ceremony. He held her body still with his elbows, his whole position one of total control, of claiming his own, taking her completely. Angel gasped at the force of his possession. She gripped him with her vaginal muscles, increasing the friction as he ploughed his furrow.

  Angel braced her body as he pounded her, driv
ing her to complete frustration. She badly wanted to orgasm, but there was that whole control thing again. She had to let him do it.

  She opened her eyes, drinking in his beloved face, eyes shut, screwed up in concentration. He slowed his rhythm, then, kneeled back and lifted his body up off hers without withdrawing his cock. He lifted one leg over his shoulder, spreading her even wider to him, and dropped one hand to her clitoris. He began to slowly slide into her again, this time rubbing his thumb over her clit, his expression knowing as she threw her head back into the pillows and wriggled with delight.

  Dan glided in and out, angling his cock carefully to hit her G-spot with every stroke. He increased the movements of his thumb on her clit, grabbing her bottom and lifting it from the bed so he could sink even deeper. Angel felt another orgasm coming in a hurry. She grabbed the bedrail behind her and screamed as he fucked her hard and fast. As soon as she had come, he withdrew. Angel looked up at him, not understanding for a second.

  “Turn over. I want to take you from behind,” he said, his voice low and throaty. She rolled over, presenting her bottom. He knelt behind her, spreading her wide, then slid in slowly, reaching round to grab her breasts as they swung below her. He squeezed them as he fucked her hard, lunging into her urgently. Then she felt his cock pulse within her, spurting his seed into the latex, his hands reflexively tightening around her flesh as he groaned and relaxed.

  Dan pulled out and dropped to the bed, calming his breathing down. Angel rolled over, hoping he would extend his arm to cuddle her. He didn’t and she lay on her side beside him, feeling a little bereft. What had just happened? It had been beautiful and touching. As far as Angel was concerned, they had just made love. But what had it been for Dan? Love? Or just sex?

  They both remained very still for a long moment. Eventually, Angel spoke.

  “Do you want to take a shower?” she said. He sat up and looked down at her.

  “Actually, I need to head off. I’ll just clean up though.” Dan climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Angel watched his buttocks as he walked, the muscular ripples under his smooth skin making her want him all over again.

  Angel lay back on the bed waiting for him, struggling, trying to work out what her next move should be with him. He came out and started to pull on his clothes.

  “You can stay the night if you want,” she told him, hoping that he would agree. It would be nice to spend the night snuggled up to him, and maybe have another love-making session.

  “I’m sorry, I need to get back home. I’ve got work tomorrow,” he answered. Angel’s stomach flipped with disappointment. He moved over to her, giving her a brief kiss on the lips, then headed to the door.

  “You can still stay. You can leave early from here,” she suggested once again.

  “No, sorry, I have some paperwork to sort out,” he said, reaching for the door handle.

  “Can you come back tomorrow?” Angel said, not quite able to suppress the note of desperate pleading that had entered her voice.

  “I am not sure. I have meetings to go to.”

  “Oh, oh right. So, when can I see you again?”

  “I’ll be here at the weekend,” he said, staring at her then went through the door and was gone.

  Her heart filled with anguish and emptiness. She closed her eyes and brought to mind every second of their love-making. It had been divine, wonderful. For the first time in her life, Angel had let someone else take charge of her, and she had loved it.

  She spent some time lying on her bed before throwing her dressing gown on to head to her office. She would make damned sure she would get Dan for the whole weekend—she would book him on the system. He would still be paid for his time, and he would be hers. Angel turned on the laptop, making a coffee while it loaded up. She casually opened the booking screen, and stared in horror when she saw Stacie Clifford’s name next to Dan’s, for the whole weekend.

  Angel stared long and hard at the screen, as if the force of her glare could somehow erase the words. “When and how?” she frantically asked herself.

  Angel stormed out her office heading to reception. Maybe somehow her laptop was giving her false information. She brought up the timetable on the main computer, her fingers shaking as she scrolled through the screen. There it was again. Stacie Clifford booked from eight on Friday night right through until Sunday teatime. Anger cascaded through her. She slammed her fists down on the antique desk. When that did not assuage her feelings, she stood up, kicking out at the valuable wood, which dented and splintered on contact with her stilettos, wishing it was Stacie’s face she was kicking.

  Despair suddenly overtook the anger. Her heart crashed to the floor, her hands shook and her knees suddenly collapsed. She sat heavily in the vacant chair, her head in her hands to hide the desperate tears which started to leak down her face.

  Normally, she would have been annoyed to find the reception unstaffed, but this time she was relieved that there was no one here to witness her weakness. She escaped to the back office, grabbing a handful of tissues to scrub at her tears. She heard the girls coming back from wherever they had been and hurriedly went into the small bathroom attached to the office to splash water on her face. She stared at her haunted reflection in the mirror over the sink, then wet her fingers and wiped away the makeup that had pooled under her eyes, drying the wetness with toilet paper. She practised a nonchalant expression in the mirror, making sure it looked realistic before venturing out again.

  “Shannon, when did Stacie book in?” she said, hoping the girl could not detect the quaver in her voice as she spoke.

  “She rang about maybe seven-fifteen to book Dan for the whole weekend. Is that okay? We did call Dan, and he said it was no problem,” she said. “Did you want him for someone else?” Angel barely heard her. That phone call he had received in her bedroom before he proceeded to make the sweetest love to her she had ever had. That phone call was to book him for Stacie. A sudden horrible thought struck her. Had he been thinking about Stacie when he was making love with her?

  “Angel? Is everything all right?”

  She dragged her attention back to the now. Shannon was looking at her worriedly.

  “Um, no. Everything’s fine,” she said, mustering the ghost of a smile. “No problem at all.”

  She walked with measured steps toward her office, letting the calm face drop as soon as she was out of sight, then virtually ran to her door, escaping behind it. She collapsed onto the sofa, grabbing a cushion and hugging it to her aching belly. Strange whining sounds came out of her mouth. How could this be happening? How could the evening go from pure delight to utter devastation in the space of a few seconds? She had got rid of the bitch…but she’s back!

  Chapter Ten

  Angel had about two seconds of peace the next morning when she woke up before it came flooding back to her. Stacie fucking Clifford. She’d tossed and turned for a good couple of hours the night before, thinking about her. Angel never thought for a second Stacie would be back after what had happened last weekend.

  She would just have to make sure something even worse happened to her this time around. Angel thought for a second. She could always just cancel her contract and tell her she wasn’t welcome. That would be the simple solution. But then again, that would take away the opportunity to take her revenge on the woman. She had seen the way Dan had reacted to Stacie’s booking him again. It had suddenly got personal. Dan was hers, and it was time Stacie knew it. No one touched Angel’s desires.

  She closed her eyes, bringing back the memories of last night, and the way Dan had made her feel. Never had she felt such exquisite passion. Her body had quivered for him, wanting him in a way she’d never wanted any man. Sex had always been good, but only on a physical level. Last night, she and Dan had connected in a way that was beyond physical, beyond simple skin on skin. She’d heard it said that sex was better with someone you loved, but never really understood it, until now. How could he not have felt it as well?

 
; It was early, but she got up, putting on tracksuit bottoms and a baggy T-shirt then headed out. Angel saw Shannon and Bailey handing over to the day receptionists. She stood, staring aimlessly into space. Their voices were blurred in the background. She paid no attention. All she could do was picture Dan and his adorable smile. She felt a touch on her arm. Angel turned in the direction of the touch. Shannon stood staring at her.

  “Are you all right? You seem miles away,” she asked.

  “Mmm? What?” Angel said, trying to pay attention.

  “I asked if you were all right. Oh, by the way, I don’t know how it happened, but someone has damaged the reception desk.”

  “I did it,” Angel told her, glancing at the damn thing.

  “Oh, right,” Shannon said, looking at her oddly.

  When she opened her mouth again, probably to ask what had happened, Angel suddenly couldn’t face it. She turned abruptly, heading for the main door. She opened it, feeling the bitter winter air hitting her. She stepped out, suddenly desperate for a cigarette. She hadn’t smoked in two years, but the craving was so strong, it made her shake. She had always kept a secret stash in her car, to test her will-power, she’d always virtuously told herself, although secretly she knew it was for emergencies. She scrabbled in her pocket for her car keys, stumbling across the car park in her haste to get to the car. She sat in the driver’s seat, and opened the glove compartment, reaching inside for the crumpled box. She drew out one thin cylinder, inhaling the smell of the tobacco. It would be stale after two years in the glove box, but she didn’t care. She put it between her lips and lit it, coughing as she took the first puff. It seemed stronger than she remembered, or maybe she just wasn’t used to it any more.