Page 58 of Angelic Acts
Lizzy
He pulls back with a hungry look in his eyes. “Do you want to go to my bedroom?”
“Here’s good.” I’m certain my legs couldn’t carry me across his house right now. I can barely feel my toes after the earth-shattering orgasm he just gave me.
He nods, then crawls up my body, not giving me an inch of space. Not that I want it. I’ve been fantasizing about this man for far too long. Well… not as long as he has. The thought brings a smile to my lips. He’s really wanted me for six years.
“Why’re you smiling right now?” Bash grunts with a frown.
“How long have you wanted this?”
“You know how long I’ve wanted you.”
“I just can’t believe it. You’re amazing.” I throw my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. He hungrily returns it, digging his hand into my hair.
When he breaks the kiss, he pulls a pillow from behind him and lifts my hips, positioning the pillow under them. I shoot him a questioning look, to which he grins.
“It may have been a while since I’ve done this, but I still know how to please a woman,” he says around his smirk. The glow in his eyes says it all. He hungers for me.
“How long?” I have to ask because there’s no way it’s been six years. Granted, it’s been that for me. And partially because he’s cock-blocked me for years. But he’s a man.
He looks at me with a soft smile and brushes a piece of my bangs out of my eyes. “Angel, I haven’t touched a woman since I first laid eyes on you. How could I substitute perfection with ordinary? No one compares to you, Lizzy. I can’t stomach the thought of touching another woman when you’re all I can think about.”
Tears well, brimming in my eyes. I beg myself not to shed any, because the only thing worse than crying during sex is crying before sex. He won’t want to fuck me if I’m crying.
His eyes widen, and before he can freak out, I shush him. “I’m okay. These are happy tears. I just never thought I’d have this kind of love.”
“You’ve had my love longer than you could imagine. At first, it was intrigue that quickly turned to obsession. But the longer I watched you, as you unknowingly bared your soul to me, I began loving you. With every act of kindness, every ounce of intelligence, and every unique quirk, you drew me in until I couldn’t help but fall for you. I know you better than anyone else. My love for you is as true as the sky is blue.”
His loving words and soft expression unleash my tears. I only let a few fall, and before I can wipe them, Bash is there, kissing them away. Warmth spreads through my chest at the gesture.
When he shifts down slightly to look me in the eyes, his boxers brush over my core. My very naked core. Which brings me back to the present.
“Enough with the emotions. What I really crave is your dick.” I laugh as I tease the band of his silky boxers. His abs tighten at my touch, and a hiss leaves his lips.
“We don’t have to–”
“You’re not getting out of this, Sebastian,” I cut him off. Trying my hardest to look sexy and flirtatious despite my red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks, I dip my hand into his boxer briefs. “So, are you going to take your pants off or do I have to do it?”
Heat instantly fills his gaze as does indecision. After a moment, he mutters, “No time to waste,” then flings off his underwear.
I look down, needing to see his dick. And what a dick it is. Laying between his legs, pointed towards the sky, is the perfect dick. Just slightly bigger than my purple friend. Silently, I thank my past self for never using it outside my bedroom. Although, the thought of giving Bash a show has my heart accelerating and my core tingling.
Reaching down, I wrap my hand around his velvety member. He sucks in a harsh breath, his eyes shooting closed. Only for them to fly open when I stroke him. He watches with a mesmerized expression, but when he twitches in my palm, he pulls away from me.
“Give me… a moment,” he begs, closing his eyes and doing what seems to be a meditation exercise.
Pride fills me at his lack of control. At having him so close to the edge with just a few touches. I feel sexier in this moment with this god of a man at my mercy than I’ve ever felt before.
Finally, he opens his eyes. Snaking his hands between us, he spreads my thighs, opening me for him. He strokes his fingers through my core, spreading my wetness. “So fucking wet for me.”
My mind empties at his crude, rough words. Words that have me on edge. He has just as much control over me as I do over him. Reaching down, I direct him to my entrance. He watches intently, and finally, finally, he starts to push in.
Each inch is agonizingly perfect. His pace is slow. I’m not sure if he’s trying to savor the moment, torture me, or maintain control. Either way, it’s too slow for me. I wrap a leg around his waist and use my strength to pull him the rest of the way in.
“My impatient angel,” he murmurs as he starts rocking his hips.
“My torturous boyfriend,” I answer with a growl of my own.
